Where are you at?

Wait wrong person.

I'm at work.

Hoping desperately for the angel of death to reap my soul.

You're a psycho.

What was your first clue.

Texting back someone you don't even know.

I could be catfishing you right now.

I could actually be like 90.

Nah, 90 year olds aren't as angry as you.

I could be twelve.

Trust me, my soulmate would not be twelve.

Then I'm definitely twelve.

And my name is pistachio.

((it isn't))

I guessed as much.

Hey, you never know how smart random people you text are.

I'm not a fucking idiot, if that's what you're implying.

How would you know?

Are you serious?

Yes, absolutely.

Delete my number.

Back on this babe?

I thought we were over it.

No

Never will be until you delete my number.

I'm starting to think you don't like me that much.

Wow, I'm wounded.

You'd be right.

You don't even know me, babe.

And you don't know me either, babe.

YOU CALLED ME BABE!

to mock you.

SO?

YOU STILL CALLED ME BABE.

IT'S MEANT TO BE!

WHEN ARE WE GETTING MARRIED?

Never, fuck you.

I'd need your name first, babe.

You're such a creep.

I thought guys were supposed to be the perverts.

But girls do it better.

We don't let anyone know we're perverts.

It works much better.

Great.

A pervert has my phone number.

You bet, babe.

Delete it.

Not until you say you love me.

Never happening.

Never deleting your number then babe.

love you.

ttfn.