UPDATE: Apparently the person who was supposed to have received the text I included has issues with the addition I made to the end, even though I stated only the beginning was real and didn’t have the end in quotes, and even though no actual personal information was given. Now you will find his comments included (as I’m sure he wanted as he would have just emailed or called otherwise) along with the rest below and that particular imagined end has been crossed out.
Texting can be one of the most confusing things. I mean really, there are no expressions to see, no inflection or tone to the words. We read what is written to us based on our mood at the moment rather than how the writer often intends them.
Then there are the times when we are texting back and forth so many things we comment on something that was a few messages ago and it comes across as referring to what was just received. The other person is left wondering what you are talking about. It happens to all of us at times.
Sometimes the confusion comes from someone we don’t even know, a wrong number. With a telephone call we often don’t even realize it’s a wrong number until they ask for that husband we don’t have or how the new puppy is fairing. We can go on and on with small talk for quite a while before realizing we aren’t talking to who we think we are. With a text it happens much sooner, especially when they refer to us as “Dude”! Sometimes these miscommunications are funny and intriguing. Sometimes they lead to longer conversations.
“Dude, who’re the lawyers on the surreptitious XXXX divestiture? 😉 Can you suggest a restaurant that won’t card a fashionista hottie on Valentine’s Day? :p LOL”
“Who is this?”
“Didn’t understand the question?”
“Sorry, I think I got the wrong number. My Bad.”
“No worries. Was kind of intrigued by the surreptitious divestiture and the fashionista hottie. ;)”
LOL, I can’t let you in on all my secrets. You can’t keep a fashionista hottie a secret for long. Very true. Any suggestions? For Valentine’s Day? What area are you in? Mississauga. Lakeshore. I used to live on Clarkson. Beauty. Why did you leave? Family stuff. They sure can get us sometimes. I’m never leaving. You’ve always lived there then? Absolutely! My parents are never getting rid of me. Haha… Just what I assumed. What?
Note: The beginning of this exchange was a real text message from early February. I kept it because it made me laugh. I took out the company name because that was definitely secret information that doesn’t need to be shared.