I’m Not Jessie
ME: Well, hello there. I’m not sure who you think I am…
HE: Jessie
ME: I’m not Jessie. And I can assure you I am not one to stand anyone up.
HE: What??
HE: Don’t fuck wih me Jessie
ME: I’m not Jessie. Check the number.
HE: This IS the number!!!
ME: Well, I’m not Jessie. Was it a first date?
ME: Perhaps you were given the wrong number, or you entered it incorrectly.
HE: You called me
HE: That’s how I got your number
ME: You know, people can manipulate the number that shows up on caller ID. I don’t know how they do it.
ME: No one has access to my phone… at least not that I recall.
HE: I don’t believe you
ME: I’m not Jessie, I don’t know a Jessie.
ME: I have no idea how people change their caller ID to show up differently.
ME: How did you meet?
HE: A bar
ME: Maybe she has a burner phone with a manipulated caller ID for such encounters.
HE: Haha maybe
ME: So, what bar?
HE: 7 and elm
ME: Where? What city and state?
HE: PA
ME: Well, that narrows it down.
ME: When?
HE: Saturday
ME: I didn’t go anywhere Saturday night.
ME: I don’t go to bars.
ME: I did give my phone number to someone that afternoon.
ME: In a store. There were other customers there.
ME: Hello?
HE: Duck
HE: Duck
HE: fuck
ME: Enjoy your evening.
HE: Sorry
HE: For bothering you
ME: No bother. Nice to chat with you.
ME: I do hope you have a nice evening and meet someone kind and considerate.
HE: Thanks
HE: Me too
ME: You can’t be all that bad. You actually spell all your text words out.
HE: LOL
HE: Seltzer
ME: ?
HE: Pa
ME: Oh.
ME: That’s actually not too terribly far from me.
HE: 8:00?
ME: See you then.