There's this guy who has my number. Unfortunately for him, he has the wrong number.
One year and one month ago I got this text:
Wrong number: Yo, Brett, Dude....Fantasy Football this year? Pick your teams.
Me: Yo, Dude, Who's Brett? And why is he fantasizing about football? Is that what guys fantasize about nowadays?
Wrong number: ROFL Who is this?
Me: Not Brett. And my fantasies don't really involve playing any kind of football. I might break a hip.
Wrong number: LOL . Sorry! This was my friend Brett's number.
Me: No worries, Dude. Good luck with the FF.
Wrong number: LOL
One Year Later (for those of us not good at math, like me, last month):
Wrong number: Hey you still up for fantasy football?
Me: I'm the wrong number you texted last year. And I haven't learned a thing about FF since we last spoke. And I'm still old enough to break a hip and never recover.
Wrong number: LMAO. No problem.
Me: Maybe next year.
Wrong number: Who is this lol
Me: I'm Chicken! We do not know each other, though. Unless Kevin Bacon is somehow involved.
Wrong number: LMAO haha idk why I have you saved under my buddy Brett's number.
Me: Yup. Brett. That's the one. I don't know him either. Good luck with your league, though. Really, it's lucky for you I'm not playing. I'd probably win ALL the fantasies about footballs, and everyone would be mad that you let the wrong number lady play.
Wrong number: LOL Good luck in life. (Do I sense nervousness here?)
Me: Thank you, Dude. You too. Same time next year?
Wrong number: lol. Thanks.
You know what I like about this guy? He's polite, consistent and he doesn't give up on his friends. You know what is really ironic about this situation? Not many people are named Brett, but my girls happened to grow up with one, so I can't help but wonder if the Brett my kids grew up with is the one degree of separation between Wrong Number and me.
It's a small world, isn't it? Some day, I'll be somewhere, maybe Sports Authority, for instance, on a Tuesday night at 8 pm, and I'll hear this young store clerk talking to another clerk about a strange chick he keeps texting by mistake every year about Fantasy Football. He'll mention how, at first, it was really funny, but this year she invited him to Thanksgiving with her and her family, which was really, like, creepy, you know? And of course, he said no, but thanks anyway, lol, and now he's afraid she might be stalking him because he keeps getting this feeling like he's being watched.
Like I would ever stalk somebody. Not that I will be ignored, either.
Chicken out.
One year and one month ago I got this text:
Wrong number: Yo, Brett, Dude....Fantasy Football this year? Pick your teams.
Me: Yo, Dude, Who's Brett? And why is he fantasizing about football? Is that what guys fantasize about nowadays?
Wrong number: ROFL Who is this?
Me: Not Brett. And my fantasies don't really involve playing any kind of football. I might break a hip.
Wrong number: LOL . Sorry! This was my friend Brett's number.
Me: No worries, Dude. Good luck with the FF.
Wrong number: LOL
One Year Later (for those of us not good at math, like me, last month):
Wrong number: Hey you still up for fantasy football?
Me: I'm the wrong number you texted last year. And I haven't learned a thing about FF since we last spoke. And I'm still old enough to break a hip and never recover.
Wrong number: LMAO. No problem.
Me: Maybe next year.
Wrong number: Who is this lol
Me: I'm Chicken! We do not know each other, though. Unless Kevin Bacon is somehow involved.
Wrong number: LMAO haha idk why I have you saved under my buddy Brett's number.
Me: Yup. Brett. That's the one. I don't know him either. Good luck with your league, though. Really, it's lucky for you I'm not playing. I'd probably win ALL the fantasies about footballs, and everyone would be mad that you let the wrong number lady play.
Wrong number: LOL Good luck in life. (Do I sense nervousness here?)
Me: Thank you, Dude. You too. Same time next year?
Wrong number: lol. Thanks.
You know what I like about this guy? He's polite, consistent and he doesn't give up on his friends. You know what is really ironic about this situation? Not many people are named Brett, but my girls happened to grow up with one, so I can't help but wonder if the Brett my kids grew up with is the one degree of separation between Wrong Number and me.
It's a small world, isn't it? Some day, I'll be somewhere, maybe Sports Authority, for instance, on a Tuesday night at 8 pm, and I'll hear this young store clerk talking to another clerk about a strange chick he keeps texting by mistake every year about Fantasy Football. He'll mention how, at first, it was really funny, but this year she invited him to Thanksgiving with her and her family, which was really, like, creepy, you know? And of course, he said no, but thanks anyway, lol, and now he's afraid she might be stalking him because he keeps getting this feeling like he's being watched.
Like I would ever stalk somebody. Not that I will be ignored, either.
Chicken out.
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| credit: The americanconservative.com |
This made me smile. Stranger things have happened, and I somehow have a feeling this story is not completed yet. I'll be looking for you on ESPN, talking about your FF picks-
ReplyDeleteHi Shelly, Me on ESPN? Well, it's not on my vision board, but I suppose I could give it a try....
DeleteHavent gotten the wrong number text yet. Of course I just started texting recently.
ReplyDeleteDid send an IM to the wrong person once. Would not be filed under Labels: funny or humor tho.
Simply Suthern-oh, reaaally...do tell!
DeleteUnless, of course, he's been yanking your chain with his "wrong numbers" schtick ... do you feel like you're being stalked? ...
ReplyDeleteJenny_0 Whoa.....my mind just blew up....yikes.
DeleteWait! Jenny...maybe HE is BRETT.
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DeleteToo funny. I think he'll be your son in law one day. ;)
ReplyDeleteHilary. ROLF, LMAO, LOL I don't think so!!:-)
ReplyDeleteOhhhhh..
ReplyDeleteI sense more posts coming about this!!
Made me smile!
Congratulations on POTW.
Hi Jackie-you never know. We'll see if he remembers to delete my number sometime this year.Thanks and thanks for visiting!
DeleteCongrats on your POTW. Very funny and clearly your text friend realizes you have a great sense of humor!
ReplyDeleteTabor-Thank you! What a nice surprise it was. I think he has a great sense of humor!
Deletehilarious! congrats on your POTW!
ReplyDeleteThank you TexWis Girl and thank you for linking:-)
DeleteVery funny. We are definitely amused!
ReplyDeleteHi Lynne-thank you for visiting. I hope you are having fun in Vancouver, if you are still there. I enjoyed visiting your blogs, as well!
Deletefunny, funny, funny. Congrats on POTW
ReplyDeleteHi Linda-thank you! I enjoyed visiting your blog today and reading the fireball story. Maybe aliens?
DeletePretty amusing, obviously brett wasn't a close friend
ReplyDeleteOut on the Prairie-I remember thinking that same thing! It does not seem to be a well-balanced friendship, does it? Thanks for visiting-I enjoyed visiting your blog and seeing some of your work. Your dogs are adorable!
Deletehaha! Please tell us when he forgets and texts you again.
ReplyDeleteCongrats on the POTW.
Hi Kerry-I will! I hope he does. Maybe I'll pretend to be Brett, play FF, and blog about it. Congrats to you on YOUR POTW. I loved your post.
ReplyDeleteya know..it is almosssst worth learning stupid FF.
DeleteKey word, "almost"!!
DeleteThis had me intrigued and smiling all the way through. Great post! Congrats on POTW.
ReplyDeleteHi Gail-thank you, and also for taking the time to read and comment. I enjoyed visiting your blog, too. Your photos are great and the blue men were hilarious.
ReplyDelete*snort* Or should I say Cockadoodle-Doo!
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on your POTW.