Saturday, December 05, 2009

y i h8 txtng (the official end of PtCtA)

12/5, 12:40am:

“Hey what are you up to?”
“In bed”
“Aww I am just getting out of the bar. You sound like you could use some company hah”
“I have to be up at 4am”
“Even a better reason to pull the old school all niter. Sorry for the drunken text then”

I really do not enjoy receiving drunk texts after midnight from people I barely know. I really do not enjoy the implication that I would be someone who would want to be texted for a late night romp by someone who I have yet to hug with both arms who (in case anyone forgot) wrecked my bike last time I saw him. I think I am pretty straight forward. If I want to see you in little to no clothing, I’ll let you know. Otherwise, after these sorts of texts, I’ll just categorize you in the creeper file and cross you off the list of people I take phone calls from.