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This took place yesterday. I got my phone number almost a year ago and apparently it belonged to a man name “D’Andre.” I know this because bill collectors have called looking for him. This is what occured yesterday…
me: just got a text from this dude who thinks D’Andre still has this number
blondie: what did it say?
me: “wassUP mr dandre…whatcha up to”
I replied “wassup”
blondie: nice
be like who dis?
me: I gues ’she’ replied: “U I hope lol…u don’t even kno who ur talking to do u? lol”
I said “nah. its been awhile. refresh my memory”
I guess its a he
blondie: loving it
me: I got “lol yes it has…greg with the green montero w/braids”
what do I put now?
I put “oh, now I remember. how u been?”
blondie: holy crap, this guy is psycho
me: HAHAHA
blondie: i mean, really psycho
me: indeed
his reply
“good and u”
what do I put?????
blondie: reminds me of the TBS commercial
me:
NEED YOUR HELP WITH THIS REPLY
blondie: crap i don’t know
me: I put “u know how it goes. same ol thang. livin it up”
he replied:
blondie: livin it up???
me: Lol. I hear ya…but who r ya livin it up with?
I was trying to use slang
now I need a reply
blondie: living it up is not slang
me: who am I living it up with?
blondie: what if this guy calls the number????
and realizes its not you
me: then he calls the number
and realizes I am totally messing with him.
what is he going to do? bust a cap?
blondie: i’m cracking up over here
me: I replied
“no one”
is D’Andre Gay???????
blondie: probably not
me: why does greg want to know who he is living it up with???
blondie: maybe its his old roommate
ask greg where he’s living
me: he would say its his old roommate
not greg with the montero and the braids
blondie: right
me: lets see what greg withd the braids says
NO S%^&!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
D’Andre is GAY
blondie: why?
me: “o…so when can I get a little bit of ur time?”
WHOA!
now I need a gay reply.
a slang gay reply
hmmmm
“anytime u want to”
blondie: google doesn’t help with this situation
me: you used teh google?
blondie: slang gay answer
me: AHHHHHHHHHH
his reply:
“lol o really… well you kno what I want n the process.”
WHAT DOES HE WANT???
blondie: say, no what u want?
me: ok
“What is it that u want?”
blondie: that’s not slang
me: I know but its all I could come up with. I am dying of laughter
this is the most hysterical thing to ever happen.
His reply:
“to talk and play lol since u always say thats what I like to do”
My (D’Andre) reply:
so what will we play?
blondie: this is the most amusing thing ever
me: I know. I am laughing so hard.
crap
his reply:
“I dunno…play around lol u tell me”
my reply:
“I asked first” ************************************************And then on my way to the gym, I got Greg’s reply. It was extremely vulgar. And confirmed the gay theory. And at that point we stopped. Cause it was too much to handle. Oh well. It was entertaining while it lasted. The end.
I totally forgot to mention last week about the two random texts I received. One was from Chips at 12:30 am on a Saturday night and the other was from a dude from a long time ago at 2:30 am the next night. Obviously, they dudes were drunk. I just envision them flipping through their phones and sending random texts to random girls in order to get a response.
No siree! I don’t play that way.
And I ignored them.
The world of texting opened many new doors of guessing in terms of what a guy means and whether or not he really likes you. I know I wrote a lot about this a year ago, but I am still amazed by this recent technology’s ability to further add to the confusion that is the dating world. I am still learning what to do and I think I am gaining further insight on what to do. Frenchie is also good with handeling texting dilemas. She is like the texting yoda. With better style. And speaks in a grammatically correct form. In other words, I just wonder what it was like back in the old days, say, 15 years ago. There were no cell phones. No one really emailed yet. And there was certainly no texting. And somehow people survived. People dated, got married, and supposedly lived happily ever after. Or so I’m told.
