Showing posts with label messages. Show all posts
Showing posts with label messages. Show all posts
Monday, June 30, 2008
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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