[Author’s note: This semi-fictional story was inspired by an actual text message and attached photo from a wrong number.]
Do you know how hard it is to be a player nowadays? Just last night my current girl left her phone with me while she went out drinkin’ with her friends. Bored, I decided to text Kells, her cute friend back in high school to see what she was up to. Kells and I have been flirting for weeks now, and I was sure something would happen if I helped it to. I even included a photo for her so she could see just how good I am looking lately.
Hours go by, but nothing happens. I figured maybe she was out, so I reset Dacia’s phone thinking that my text would disappear with the rest of her data, which it did. But this morning some random guy returns my text from last night telling Dacia that she had the wrong number. With no background for his message Dacia begins asking this guy all sorts of questions because she knows I had her phone. (Man, a player can never catch a break. Just when I am getting sly some chump comes and wrecks my plans). He tells her about the first message and the photo, so soon I am fumbling to explain myself. Then I come up with a plan; I will call this guy and tell him he has the wrong number--case closed. Everything is going fine until he cops an attitude and tells me that I was the one with the wrong number. But before I can tell him off he chills out and says it is no problem and hopes that I have a good morning. Now I am confused. Dacia knows that something is up and is fuming, while some random guy was nice to me for no reason. I give Dacia back her phone and tell her I have to roll so that I can get ready for work. She doesn’t say a thing as I close the door behind me. I know we are over, but the good news is that Kells and I can start something. Next time I text Kells I am going to double-check her number. Stupid Dacia doesn’t even have the right info in her phone for her closest friends. I am telling you, a player can’t ever catch a break.
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The game is hard, man, take your lumps and move on to the next. Maybe re-think the photo you send, yeah, the straight lid and the necklace flex your masculinity but everything else makes you look like Neo when he was birthed from his pod into the truth of the real world (take the blue pill or the red bill?) I am down with playing with gender identity, just gotta find the right girl too.
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