So I met this guy online, and after a handful of phone conversations, I decided he was NOT America’s Top Model nor was he a contender to be Mr. Babs. He was a perfectly nice fellow I suppose. I probably would have even gone out with him, until he dropped the bomb about living with his brother. I just can’t get down with the idea of dating a 40-year old man that has a roommate. Call me crazy. Call me picky. Just don’t call me ever again, bruh.
It took me a couple of days to shake him. I thought I could do the slow fade to black, but he was persistent and couldn’t take a hint. Finally, I just flat out told him not to call me anymore. He didn’t. Problem solved.
Last week my mom asked to use my iPhone. Me, thinking it was no big deal, told her where to find it and left the room. A few minutes later she came to find me and said she couldn’t figure out how to make a call, but she thinks she accidentally called someone by mistake. A sense of dread washed over me.
Yep, you guessed it, she had called the 40-year old roommate. And I am not exaggerating in the least when I tell you that from the time she accidentally called him to the time she walked the phone over to me, that dude had called me AND texted me. I could have hit my momma over the head with that damn phone!
After I received the second text message asking if I had meant to call him, I kindly responded and let him know that my mom had called him by mistake. Thankfully, he dropped it after that and told me to call him if I ever wanted to talk.
Lesson learned: Never, Ever let your mom use your iPhone.