What do you mean this is the wrong number...?

Misfired Text Meme

There you are, sending a text, no big deal, right? Well...unless it goes to the wrong person (oops). But at least it makes for an interesting conversation?

Options:

The Drunk Text- you really should have let your friends take your phone away from you
The Breakup Text- downside: your current partner doesn't know they aren't your partner anymore. upside: maybe this person is available???
The Funny Text- it was just a joke!
The Sexy Text- okay, now they've seen you naked and this is awkward
The 3am Text- you couldn't sleep and now you're musing on the mysteries of the world and had an epiphany that just can't wait until morning
The Needy Text- you just want someone to talk to
The Accidentally-On-Purpose Text- Did you really send it by accident or do you just want them to think you did?
The Meetup Text- Uh-oh, you just told a random stranger to meet you for drinks! (or dinner, or lunch, or a concert or...)
The Autocorrect Fail- just what it says on the tin
The Anything Goes Text- you do what you want

When you post, comment whether you want to be the accidental texter or textee. Feel free to include a starter text. Have fun!

here are some possible ideas

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Oh. Half then? And Taco Bell or Chipotle?

Yeah I'm good for it. I don't think Chipotle is still open. Thanks Lydia! Want me to go find the polish mom uses?

...oh wow, it's late...I just looked at the clock. Are you sure she won't be upset that I'm over there so late? It's okay, I'm bringing her some.

Oh no, she's still at the hospital for another couple of hours. Actually, yeah if you'd bring a couple for her I'll pay you for those too. I know she'll appreciate it.

Oh...yeah, okay, yeah. I think we got our lines crossed, but okay I think I got it. ...you're really going to let me paint your nails?

Sorry :( LOL, yeah why not?

Oh, no, don't worry about it. I got it. Haha now you've said it twice, that means it has to happen. Even if I have to sit on you to keep you still.

How long does it take? I can sit still!

[Sort of.]

If you sit still, maybe ten minutes. If you don't...a lot longer.

( She's picking the most obnoxious pink she can find in her stash. If he's gonna let her do it, she's gonna make it worth it. )

LOL okay, I'll try to be good.

[It will fail miserably.]

Ask for hot sauce too!

Promise?

( She might even try to make it worth your while just so she can have the bragging rights... )

Hot sauce, got it. I'll be there in like twenty?

Okay!

[Maybe he should find some clothes.. or falling asleep on the couch in his boxer briefs. That works too.]

( Okay, it doesn't exactly take twenty minutes because half of those text messages came from stop signs and red lights, but she was bored. So maybe it's a little closer to ten or fifteen when she rings the doorbell, plastic bag full of polish accouterments in one hand and Taco Bell bags in the other. )

[Scott jolted awake at the doorbell. Blinking, he glanced around and realized what was going on.]

Crap.. crap.. crap!

Coming!

[He didn't really want to leave her on the front doorstep while he went running for pants so.. uh.. hi Lydia. Have a half naked Scott opening the door looking totally embarrassed.]

Hey, Lydia. Um.. come on in.

( Not what she's expecting to see on the other side of the door, for a moment, Lydia just looks back at him with widened eyes, arched eyebrows and lips pursed as if to keep herself from speaking while trying to formulate a response. )

I didn't realize this was a clothing optional thing. Next time give a girl a heads up.

( Her tone is lofty and playful, mostly because she's super not willing to admit that he looks good and her current dry spell is actually depressing. Lydia breezes by him and toward the kitchen to set down the Taco Bell, turning to face him again. )

I wasn't that early...

[He rubbed the back of his neck embarrassed.]

I.. yeah, sorry. At least it will be easier to keep from smudging my toes?

[Seriously, that was the lamest justification ever. But he tries giving her an overly innocent smile to make up for it.]

( Okay, that's a little funny, even Lydia can admit that and so she laughs, rolling her eyes and shaking her head a little. )

That it will...if you stay like that. Are you staying like that?

[She had a good point. Was he staying like this?]

Uh, yeah. I- if it's not bothering you? Don't we need one of those sponge things for in between toes? Mom walks like a duck when she puts those on.

( For a second she falters like she isn't quite sure he's serious, but then she gives a facial shrug and carries on casually. )

Oh, I have those, don't worry. And it's your house. Doesn't bother me any.

[He laughs. He always teased his mom for walking around in those things.]

Cool. You want to eat first? You can show me what you brought for Mom.

( She can't help but join him in the laughter as she pulls out one of the chairs at the kitchen table. )

Yeah, that works. If you ask really nicely maybe I'll even let you pick your color.

( Probably not, though. )

Really? Do you really have four shades of blue?

[He joins her and finds a couple packs of hot sauce before delving into his food.]

Oh.. I forgot to look..

[He peeks under the table to check her purple toes.]

Yes, I really do. ...I didn't bring them, though. Somehow, I feel like your mom wouldn't wear blue polish, hon.

( While he's looking under the table, she's picking out her order from the overall order and then she peeks under the table, too. )

I'm gonna let that slide because you're adorable, but you know...I'm wearing a skirt and you're looking under the table at me. Just want to point that out.

( But she doesn't look mad; in fact, she looks amused and maybe a little smug when she sits back up straight again. )

Cute, though, right?

[His cheeks color at her remark and his eyes widen. That hadn't occurred to him but once she mentions it of course that's where his eyes go. The idea of seeing her panties was more than a little appealing. That just made him go even redder.]

I'm sorry!

[He straightened when she does and he can only barely remember her polish after that. All he can think about now is what's under that skirt.]

Uh, yeah, very cute.

( After taking a bite of her food and swallowing it, she gets to her feet to raid his fridge for a drink. Casually, over her shoulder as she's bending at the waist — intentionally; look what you started, Scott — to look at the lower shelves, )

Was it worth getting called out?

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