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A Random Not Really Eve Conversation

This is not really an Eve related post but because I shared it on Twitter, it goes here for those wanting to see the entire story.

On the Sunday at Eve Vegas, I got a text message from an unknown number. It said, "You back yet?"

I left a "?" behind. I had given my number to a few people so I had no idea who was messaging me.

They never responded. I didn't think much of it until I received a message this evening during a lull at work that said, "Hey faggot" from my unknown number.

There are a lot of ways to respond to that. I decided to do the simple thing and say, "Good chance it is the wrong number" in response.

They responded, "No its not."

Now, I got mischievous. I will admit I was interested in what would happen if I talked to someone that greeted me with such energy as I felt in that hearty "Hey faggot" I received. I've seen amazing text message conversations before and I wondered how I would do.

Yes, you have to look at the pictures. We conversed on my phone but I pulled it out of my hangout chat for hopefully easier reading. I tried to cut and paste and it was an ugly mess.






I have no idea if he believes it is his friend or not in the end. I felt we bonded during this process. He is willing to come visit and I do believe in the end, I guessed his name correctly.

I also realized that someone may accuse me of talking to myself. That is kind of a fascinating possibility too.

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  1. This kind of stuff never happens to me :(

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    1. Thirteen years of cellphone ownership and this was my first such adventure! Give it time

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    2. Be happy about that. My work phone is one digit off from a duty phone for a large employer of... lets say... not so bright people at the airport. Once or twice doing stuff like this is fun. After awhile it becomes a chore. I give the correct number out constantly, and even after that some people keep wanting to insist I'm someone else. The only way I've ever found of getting them to go away is to give them an answer to the question they called or texted about. Which is always something I just made up. Work orders, schedules, addresses, and who knows what else. I have probably gotten people fired because they would not leave me alone and believe I wasn't one of their supervisors.

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    3. Cellphones?

      Ah, we don't need that voodoo to have fun at my workplace! When we hired an additional telephone for our outgoing calls, we got the former telephone number of a certain business which is not exactly ilegal, but also is not legal.

      Three years later, people (always males) still will call, maybe two or three times a month. THAT's a loyal customer base! XD

      (And yes, some even ask if we have the current telephone number... XDD )

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  2. So funny, lovely post, I'm amazed by your persistent teasing of each other! It's like 84, Charing Cross Road for Generation Y. Just wishing it had gone on longer, I want to know more!

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  3. Years ago, when I worked a grave yard shift I'd get misconnects to my work cell. They hadn't actually called my number but still, the system sent them to me. Who orders Disney DVDs at 3:30 AM? Apparently a lot of people. Insomnia is a dangerous thing.

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  4. When pagers were a thing I got one that had the number of a "retired" lady who fell in love for money. As I worked a job where I was on call at nights I'd call the numbers back, and would reach males who where very anxious to meet said lady....some where disappointed it that I was a male...some still wanted a date, to which I had to explain the pandering laws.

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  5. Baalzabub! LOL!

    Interesting fellow. I only ever get drunk texts from college kids.

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  7. My fav was a call I got years before cell phones and txt... back n the bad ol days of phones on cords mounted on walls n stuff... I answered and a guy asked if I was gonna pay my rent or what? As we had just paid rent, I knew as I had dropped off the check at the apt office where I was friends with the 'lady' manager... I said already did but who are you?

    He asked if I was Jason? I said yes, He asked Jason Blackwell? I said yup... then he started in on the "Well yer gonna pay yer _____, _____, rent or I'm gonna ______, _____ you, you _____, _______!" really....

    After like seriously a total of 15 minutes of this and 3 call backs after angrily hanging up and threatening to come over and _____, ______ my face... he said "Look I rented you an apt 3 months ago and the contract has your ______, _______ signature, 'Jason M. Blackwell'!"


    I said... "My middle name is David..."


    "Oh.... uhhhh...." {dial tone} LOL

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  8. Ha, fun to see the whole story; I missed some of this on Twitter. I've had a couple of calls where I gently trolled a wrong number caller to see how long before I could make them hang up. Some folks are mighty persistent...or just enjoy the game. These days, though, I'm mostly trolling telemarketers who call my landline. Which is a fun game all by itself.

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