You just know it isn’t you

Saturday night, I was laying in bed, about to drift off to sleep when I hear my phone ping. Now, I normally don’t get late night text messages unless they’re from Nikki, but this ping wasn’t her ping. Are you confused? Anyway, I reached over and grabbed my glasses off the night stand so that I could put them on. I’m blind as a bat and didn’t feel like putting the phone up to my eyeballs in order to read the message.

Low and behold it was a text from a guy. It was a booty text at that.

text message: “So what do you want to do with your bad self?”

I didn’t even get excited. I immediately shot back with, “You have me mistaken for someone else. The only bad thing I’m doing is going to sleep before 11 o’clock on a Saturday night.”

I didn’t have to wait long for his reply.

text message: “Oops. Sorry, Cathalee. I thought I was texting Cathy. Have a good night.”

Figures.

And that, ladies and gentlemen was the most exciting thing that happened to me this weekend.

Peace!