So, this morning has been pretty boring. Then, I get a text from some random number I don't know. The following is the conversation that followed (note, his msgs are verbatim, I don't spell this bad):
Him: Wat nigga
Him: Who yu lookin 4
Me: Nobody. Whoever this is sent me a text saying "wat nigga". Since it's a Louisiana
number I just figured I'd remind you that Tampa is wat nigga
Him: Idk yu! yu know denver
Me: Nope. If you don't know me then why did you text me at 10:57 this morning?
Him: I aint text yu
Me: You best check your history then (I attached a screen shot of the conversation here)
Him: Girl **** yu
Me: Girl? Lol. Well, I guess I am a lesbian after all.
Him: ***** stop textin me
Me: You started it.
Him: ***** call me den
Me: Well, since I have no clue who you are, I'll have to pass. Besides, I get the impression that talking to you will lower my IQ
<He calls my phone here. I answer moaning oh baby oh baby and hang up>
Me: Jen who? ******. Calling me won't help you much.
Him: ***** cuz i mite if i here yu
Me: Unless you're looking for a 35 year old engaged male, then talking to me will do you no good
Him: Stop textin me
Me: Once you stop. Like I said, you started it.
Him: Im bout 2 call da police
Me: Ok, but um, you texted me in the first pace. Or didn't you understand the pic I sent you? Stop replying to me if you want me to stop texting you dumbass.
Man, that sure was fun. No replies since then....but, that at least killed a little time today. lol