Text messages in the night

Just to prove the sort of person I attract, at 1:30 a.m., my phone rings its shrill tone that breaks the silence and jolts me out of bed. It’s a text message. When I lean over and grab the phone (situated beside my head), I scroll down and look at the number; it’s unknown to me.

Then I read the message: It’s XXX!!! Wanna have some hot sex. I’m horny!!!

I look at the name. I have no idea who it is. Who the fuck got my number? It’s unlisted and I hardly ever give it out to anyone. Those who I do give it out to are in my phone book. This name and number is not there.

When I look through my e-mail contacts in the morning, I find who it is. It’s kind of a shock. J disappeared off the face of the planet almost a year ago. Haven’t heard anything since. Of course, as it was with J, I’d get messages out of the blue and they were usually for the same thing.

It’s a good thing I never took them too seriously (after being stood up a year ago), because now I can turn over in bed and fall right back asleep after receiving a text message in the middle of the night.