Today, I was sitting at work, innocent as can be (of course) when I got the following text:
Now, at this point, I'm feeling quite proud of myself. I don't know who this person is, but I have successfully pulled a Disney song out of my ass.
Then, I asked who it was.
Turns out, it was someone I met several years ago (??) who recalled me fondly in a bikini (???!!!!???) who wanted to flirt a bit and have sexy fun times over the phone, which is safe (apparently) because this person is 1000 miles away and just wants to have good times with me like we should have done when we met (WTF) but I had a boyfriend then.
I let them know that I don't do that. That I have a man in my life, and that I'm not that kind of girl. At one point he offered to send photos. I declined. He offered to be my secret friend.
What kind of person has a secret friend?
I explained that I don't have secret friends, that they undermine trust, and wished him well on his (I think it was a he) quest to find a nice lady. I didn't bother to point out that ^^That^^ is not the way to woo a lady.
I think it's time to go ahead and change my number. I can get a business number through Google that will forward to my cell phone, and I REALLY think it's time to leave behind any lingering creepers from my past. Anyone I might want to be in touch with (and a few I might not) are on facebook. There's a point where maintaining a lifelong commitment to an area code just isn't worth the weirdos that might come with it. Lets hope he's one of the ones who thinks my name is really Grace.