I posted this the other day on (the soon to be rebranded) Pooping Rainbows.
I received a wrong number text this morning.
“Hi, it’s Lisa. We need to talk.”
The single dude mental-muscle-memory kicked in and I thought, “Uh oh… what did I do/say last night?” This was quickly followed by, “Hey! Wait a minute.”
I don’t know any Lisas well enough to “need” to talk to them. I’ve been in a (kick ass) relationship for years, so the statutes of limitations with any other “need to talk”s with women have long since run out.
I replied and told her she had the wrong number.
But then I thought about her words.
Who is Lisa? What does she need to talk about? And who did she mistake me for? I started cooking breakfast, but I grew curiouser and curiouser.