It’s hard to remember now, but once upon a time I did some online dating. Which I recommend if you need to material for a blog.
After every mediocre to terrible date my first thought was to erase their number from my phone. But there were a few legitimate crazies I never wanted to talk to again. My mom mentioned keeping their number labeled so I wouldn’t answer it. There are a couple numbers under “Crazy Guy Match.com don’t answer.”
I forgot they’re in my contacts, until for some unknown reason I was included on a group text from a Match.com guy. I’m not sure who he thinks my number is. At first I was going to be a good Samaritan and let him know that he’s got me confused with somebody else, but then I remembered I was on vacation and I didn’t do anything.
This group text just rolled in:
Match.com guy to some other person,
“I’ll give you guys until 9:30 and then I’m coming in with the cleaner.”
“Hey sorry! I was having some contractions so I stayed home.”
“Gloria started on the windows, I’m going on a coffee run, do you want anything?”
I want a coffee.