"Wrong Number"

[AGuyWhoWrites]

Her phone signaled the arrival of a new text. It was short and sweet:

*** People change... ***

 

[NeverWinterNite]

"People change..."

She stared at the message for a minute and looked at the phone number. She didn't recognize it.

She sent back:

***What do you mean by people change?***

 

[AGuyWhoWrites]

***What do you mean by people change?***

It wasn't the response he'd been expecting. To be honest, he hadn't been expecting a questioning text, he'd been expecting an irate phone call. They hadn't exactly parted on the best of terms. The fault could be thrown either way, his or hers; but it wasn't fault that was on his mind.

He set his phone aside, realizing suddenly that he hadn't had a plan on where to go from here. He did some dishes, contemplated his how to respond, cooked some dinner, thought some more.

Finally, he dropped in his chair -- the old yard sale recliner that she'd bought for him because he hadn't had any real furniture -- and snatched up him phone again.

***They change. People. People, like me. Not saying that I have, just that ...

He stopped, staring at the phone. He began pressing the delete button. Finally he sent:

***They change.***

 

[NeverWinterNite]

***They change.****

She had to wonder why she was talking to this guy because she had no idea what he meant and who he was. She didn't really know what to say in response.

She answered back:

***Are you certain you have the right phone number?***

 

[AGuyWhoWrites]

***Are you certain you have the right phone number?***

Wrong number? he wondered. Naw... Erin would never have given up her number; 244-8487 ... BIG-TITS.

The 42D red head had called the cell company on the first of every month for nearly two years checking to see if one of the six phone numbers that described her had opened, and that was the first one that opened. She'd been so tickled about it and, on occasion, had embarrassed either herself or others when she had to give out the number and spelled it before she thought about that she was doing.

Wrong number? he considered again. Only one way to find out.

He pressed buttons again, capitalizing letters to ensure Erin knew it was him.

***If you have BIG-TITS, I have the right number.***

 

[NeverWinterNite]

When she read, ***If you have BIG-TITS, I have the right number.***, she was shocked!!

"Big tits?! Is this a joke?" She thought.

She sent back, ***You do know that any woman can have big tits, right? To answer your question, yes, I do have big breasts. So, what's the big deal?***

 

[AGuyWhoWrites]

***You do know that any woman can have big tits, right? To answer your question, yes, I do have big breasts. So, what's the big deal?***

Well, people may change, he thought, recalling the text that had started this exchange, but some things are constant.

Erin could have a sharp tongue at times, and she was using it now. Of course, he could drive her to insanity -- quickly and easily -- at times, and thinking about it now, he wondered whether it was a good idea to try renewing a relationship with her.

He set his phone aside, turned on the television, and forgot about her. Or ... tried to. As a Victoria Secrets commercial began, his first thought was of Erin; and his second thought was of how he missed that beautiful bod'.

He snatched up his phone and began typing.

*** No big deal. Sorry. So ... you dating anyone? ***

 

[NeverWinterNite]

*** No big deal. Sorry. So ... you dating anyone? ***

She read it twice to make sure she read it correctly. Why would he want to know that? She turned off her phone and turned on the TV.

Against her better judgment, she answered:

***I'm just casually dating. What about you?***