Hit me up. I’ll be out that way tomorrow.
Red flag. You sent a text message to the wrong phone. Obviously this closeness that seemingly would exist with the casualness and familiarity of the message is not entirely accurate. Anyone that knows me, knows I have two separate phones for calls and texts and it irks me to no end when I am forced to text from the call phone. But I let it slide. I must know this person. Never mind the number is not programmed in either phone, I am convinced it will all be sorted out shortly.
Damn Brianna, my feelings are hurt now.
Then the phone rings. Great. Now I must answer because it’s obvious I am available. But after I answer and waste a few precious moments of my life that I will never get back, I am even more convinced that I in fact do not know this person. Just to be sure, I check his Myspace. If nothing else, a picture or two might jog my memory. Memory still stalled. I am now quite certain that as picky as I am giving my number out, there is no way I would have given him mine and not recalled. Not last month, not last year, not ever. It’s not that he was ugly… that really had nothing to do with it. But he’s what I like to refer to as “hood rich.” The guys that pose next to their cars as they point to the rims, put on their profile that they are the CEO of some unknown company that makes them tons of money a year, talk incessantly about ‘stackin’ chips’ or whatever…you get the point.
But now that I am convinced that I in fact do not know this person and still have no idea how he possibly knows my number and all other pertinent information, I decide the best remedy is to just ignore him. He will go away. I choose this method quite often because I prefer not to deal with the unknown reaction of people. Some people get mad. They are rude. Why? I don’t know, but I just prefer to avoid the potential ugliness of it all.
Hit me back later tonight and let me know if you want to meet up tomorrow.
no response.
Thanks for the call back.
no response.
You trying to link up?
no response.
Wow I kinda felt stood up last night.
you think?! Still no response.
Hey my bad just wanted to see you before I left the city boo.
Oh, for the love of God! If there is not one thing more annoying then all the cats in the entire universe simultaneously running their claws down a multitude of chalkboards it is someone calling me BOO. I loathe that word more than any in the made-up English language. Especially from someone I don’t know, and as we have established, I don’t know this dude and I am now more certain then ever that I don’t ever want to. But he doesn’t get that and so I sent a response back…finally.
NOT GONNA HAPPEN.
It’s been almost 24 hours and I am tempted to say that maybe the point has gotten thru. I might be forced to rethink how I deal with unwanted attention in the future and that is a little bit daunting for me, but I will do it if I must. Especially if it stops another person from calling me the B word again.
15 comments:
dont worry hon, hapens to me l the time
chk this out the name game
and nice blog, ill be back, chk me out one day if u can
and chk out my post about the King THANK WE FREE
no offense, best friend, but if he's calling you BOO, i'm sure he hates being referred to as DUDE even more than you! ;)
btw, why were you biting your tongue? text me...from your non-text-phone ;)
Brianna -
I'm sorry I had to chuckle a little bit because I could just picture you getting irritated, especially cause he was using the non-text phone! Obviously, if he knew you, he would know better. There's a guy that I kinda know but not really that calls me sweetheart and it's a little bit offputting to be honest so I hear you on that one.
OMG this was hilarious: "But he’s what I like to refer to as “hood rich.”..." I can't stop laughing! I'm sorry for your misfortune with Mr. Dude. Hopefully he got your point! Comical!!
what in the world? i don't get it. did you speak to this guy? does he really think you know each other? it's just bizarre, brianna.
and since it's been mentioned, i'll reiterate: i'm sorry when i call the wrong number! sometimes you're texting while i'm on the road or something, and i don't wanna keep looking down or whatever, so i just call you back instead of writing, and then i realize its the sidekick. i'm just trying to be a responsible driver! i'll never do it again, boo. you have my word ;o)
Brianna you are priceless. This made me laugh HARD. 'Hood Rich'
Thats a new one for me.
Please keep on making me laugh with your post please.
I'm still laughing and shaking my head. Maybe you should consider "stand-up comedy" after your track career, "Boo".. lol. (I couldn't resist)
It's still a mystery how he got your number, though. lol..
The nerve of him. :) Sure he wasn't an ex? "cracking up"
when i saw the bulletin to come read this blog i almost choked...thought it was going to be about me. phewwww, disaster averted...this time.
p.s. - thanks for not telling the whole world how annoying i am.
Okay, not to laugh at your frustration, but I am laughing because A) this post is hilarious and B) I feel your pain.
Believe me, when I was single, I had story after story about guys doing the strangest things - not all too different than this. Holliday (my now fiancé) used to tell me that guys are just plain ignorant and that they most likely do these things because it's worked before.
Here’s one of my (somewhat similar) stories.
(In my situation, though I actually did go out with this guy a few times, but still) We met, he was (seemingly) great. We connected. We laughed. We went out TWICE and then out came the flake (which was what I experienced 99% of the time). Well, I quickly developed a VERY strict rule on just such a thing. So once this guy decided to call after standing me up. I at first tried to ignore him, but then since that wasn't working. I simply told him that there was no point in his calling because I had nothing to say to him and there was no chance for ANYthing between the two of us. Randomly, he would still call or text. So after two months of that, I finally answered again and this time I told him to delete my number just as I had deleted his. Now, fast forward a year and a half and I'm sitting at work and my phone rings. I answer it. I hear "hello baby...how are you". Now, knowing I have NO ONE in my life who calls me "baby” my first response was, “um, I think you have the wrong number” His response: “no, baby, I don’t have the wrong number. I’m calling you, Miss Christy. Me: (still honestly confused) “um, I have NO clue who this is and please stop calling me baby” Him: “oh baby…are you serious? It’s Fernando. Don’t you miss me?” WTF?!? Is this dude for real? I barely even remembered him at that point. Then my mind was racing a tad because I realized that he called me at work and I didn’t work at the same place when I knew him – I mean, same company, but different office – heck, different county. So I said: “well I have no idea how you got this number, but please lose it. I don’t even know why you’re calling me considering A) it’s been almost two years and B) I told you to lose my number.” He starts to say some BS about things that have been going on with him and how he’s getting ready to go back to Italy for several months, so he wanted to give me a call…honestly I’m not even sure what all he said. I ended up interrupting him and saying: “Look – I’m not trying to be rude, but I honestly don’t have anything further to say to you. Good luck in life.” And I hung up. I got one text message from him several months later saying he was back. I didn’t respond. And that was that. But was still perplexed at the audacity of it all!
(btw, once again I find myself leaving too long of a post on one of your blogs – sorry.)
Ummm...WTH was this guy on?
Marcus LANGFORD
He really doesn't know you cause I think I learned the "boo" thing in the first text message exchange. Does he at least get points for persistence in the line of adversity?
Why would you call a girl Boo. lol I'm going to throw Boo into the Ignorant man's dictionary along with ma, nubian princess, my queen,spinning rims, corn rows and gold teeth.
Damn B, why you gotta be so hard on a pimp? He just tryna get his swerve on
This is "grab your sided hurtin'" funny! I concur..a book must be written.
Funny, yet annoying stuff. Seriously, what's with all the texts??? Did he not get the point after the first ignore?
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