Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Who Are You?
About three months ago someone wanted to add me to their contacts on Yahoo! Messenger. I had no idea who she/he was so I refused. Then about two months ago they tried to add me again... still no idea who this person was. After the third time they contacted me I responded to them.
This morning, about two weeks later, "she" initiated contact with "toess" and I'm just about positive that I don't know anyone who would start a conversation with me like that.
My question of "who are you?" was answered with, "you were added when we talked... forgot about it... took you long enough to ask."
Now I don't remember chatting with someone about toes or even feet so I asked again, "Who are you?" and got, "sweettoes how many more times?" I burst out laughing and looked at my feet; manicured toes painted big apple red, smooth heels, and soft soles. Not bad, but there's no way I would forget someone calling me sweettoes, maybe she was referring to her own.
"Who are you? Maybe you think I'm someone else?" I asked. She continued, "no, i do not your 56 yrs old and not called john" This was definitely starting to get interesting. What immediately popped to mind is "why isn't he called john?" Maybe she's a hooker and trying to refresh his memory.
At this point I really wanted to know what was going on and who this person was. "Who are you?"
"why?"
"I think you have me confused with someone else."
"ok then i delete you and apologise"
There haven't been any more messages, but I wonder whatever happened with Sweettoes and Not John.
This morning, about two weeks later, "she" initiated contact with "toess" and I'm just about positive that I don't know anyone who would start a conversation with me like that.
My question of "who are you?" was answered with, "you were added when we talked... forgot about it... took you long enough to ask."
Now I don't remember chatting with someone about toes or even feet so I asked again, "Who are you?" and got, "sweettoes how many more times?" I burst out laughing and looked at my feet; manicured toes painted big apple red, smooth heels, and soft soles. Not bad, but there's no way I would forget someone calling me sweettoes, maybe she was referring to her own.
"Who are you? Maybe you think I'm someone else?" I asked. She continued, "no, i do not your 56 yrs old and not called john" This was definitely starting to get interesting. What immediately popped to mind is "why isn't he called john?" Maybe she's a hooker and trying to refresh his memory.
At this point I really wanted to know what was going on and who this person was. "Who are you?"
"why?"
"I think you have me confused with someone else."
"ok then i delete you and apologise"
There haven't been any more messages, but I wonder whatever happened with Sweettoes and Not John.
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2 comments:
Sounds like a bizarre communication all around. Those are always interesting.
It was a little strange... and now I'm left wondering what color are her toenails. hee hee
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