I have been suffering from a series of anomalies. In particular, I go out on dates, but have lost the desire to play the game and, in spite of my seemingly lack of interest, women have initiated intimate interludes. Naturally, I graciously accepted the propositions.
Today, rather randomly, I got a text, "Hi handsome! Got time off will b n ur area nxt wk. Lets do dinner drinks n beach."
Not recognizing the number I replied, "Who r u?"
Her: Heidi, who r u
Me: EM, the artist beachbum
Her: Sorry don't kno u
Me: u must b psychic
Me: cus u knew I am HANDSOME
Me: so u always msg random sexy guys
Her: No msg was 4 frnd Jake
Me: hey, if Jake flakes, I'll take u out for drinks & more
Me: then its on?
Her: txt me ur pic
So, I sent her a picture and now we're gonna meet next wk when she's in town Sorry Jake.