…from this guy named Justin for a couple years now. At least I’m hoping it’s the same guy. And for awhile, I thought it might have been a friend that I don’t keep much contact with. (Oh Rod… I miss young!you. Not neonazi!you, but bb!cosplaying!you)
So I’ve had a couple of awkward conversations trying to figure out if it is Rod, or one of the other Justins I know. Figured out on the last round that it wasn’t any of them, and deleted the contact from my phone.
Got a text this morning from a number I didn’t recognize and asked who it was. This is the conversation that followed:
- J: Justin. Is this sammi?
- S: This is sam, yes. Which justin? I know three.
- J: I’m Asian
- J: How old are you?
- J: Do you have a pic or maybe facebook?
There wasn’t even a second between those last three messages.
I’m fairly certain he’s someone who I gave my number to years and years ago when I first tried online dating. But to hold onto it for so long and only text me when he’s obviously trying for a booty call, and doesn’t even know who the fuck I am?
I feel justified in sending back “Okay, you know what? Delete my contact. Right the fuck now.”