Wrong number, buddy...

If we're Facebook friends, you may have seen this since I posted about it today. However, I wanted to update the blog but am too tired to think up something new and interesting, and neither child will nap (AGH!!!!!!!!!!). So, here is a true story from just before Thanksgiving.

The definition of persistence, or high school boy pathetic-ness...

Around a month ago, I got the following series of text messages from a high school boy, whom I'll call "Random" ("R") to protect his little fragile heart, in case someone out there knows him.

10:48 pm (Yes, I was asleep. I was 30 weeks pregnant and fall asleep in 20 minute increments before it's time to pee again)

R: Hi :)
R: Hey it's Random :b how ru miss

11:16 pm (After I ignored the first two messages... I only get 200 texts/month with my plan. Not wasting them on this kid)

R: U awake?
Me: Wrong #
R: No u gave it to me today
R: Brooke right?
Me: No. Goodnight
R: Oh... Ok sorry

THE NEXT DAY
1 pm (note: I'm at the Ob getting an ultrasound... dude, you don't WANT to know me... I'm 32 and have a belly the size of a beach ball now!)

R: Hey, r u sure you don't know me, I go 2 (removed) high an u just gave me ur # yesterday

2:13 pm

R: Hey...

Sometimes, I want to text back and say, "OH... RANDOM! This is Brooke. Now I remember meeting you!" But that's just mean. But when I have to pee 30 times a night and never sleep, it becomes tempting. The other (nicer) part of me hopes that he found Brooke's real number. Maybe he thought they'd really connected that night. Then again, if Brooke purposefully gave him the wrong (MY) number, she had better watch out because a sleepy pregnant woman is going to be on the lookout for her...