This is the setup for the following text messages. I'm in pursuit. Pursuit of a woman in fact. This woman I've known barely for years - we cross paths infrequently. A pretty, tall, slender blond with great, naturally curly hair. She's hot. What I like about her is her joy - she's always smiling and seems to have a wry smile as if there's something she knows that you don't. I like it - mischievous. We saw each other at the gym awhile back and discovered we'd been to the same place in Mexico exactly one week apart. We decided to go for a beer and discuss our respective trips. Our first one-on-one time. We met and I liked her as much as I thought I would. She confessed she had no women friends and had never had them. She said I interested her but she wasn't sure she wanted to go any further into friendship. That's like placing a package of licorice Nibs in front of me and asking me not to eat them. I decided right then and there she would be my friend and I would pursue. (I guess I should have been a guy). For the record I'm not sexually attracted to her - so don't be getting your hopes up.
After we met I sent her the following text.
Me: Thanks for dinner and beers, looking forward to working it off Sunday. ;)
We had agreed to meet and work out. She didn't reply. I called her twice more - once on the Sunday to confirm times and then later in the week to ask her to workout again. I being not the beta type of women pursuer left it.
12 days later this is the exchange:
Her: Sorry have not called. Back has been too sore.
Me: Non issue. Was dropping you as a friend anyway. (added smiley face - I'm a chick I can do that). Just let me know when you're better and we can workout. Hope you're not down and out for too long for your sake.
Her: New to texting thing. Back too sore to workout
Her: I can still drink beer. Did we make it into the friendship stage already?
Me: Perfect! Beer drinking it is. Great sport anyways.
Me: Ya. I'm forcing you to have a woman friend.
Her: Good memory not sure I like that. Later
Me: My memory is known as Sometimers - early Alzheimer's. So you're lucky. Later.
Two hours later.Her: Beers at BP with a boy that is a friend if interested.
Me: Nice but can't. Plans. Thanks for the invite.
Her: Harry says you're missing out. Have fun tonight
Me: Tell Harry
he's missing out.
Her: Now you've piqued his interest.
Me: My plan Stan.
Her: Time to text but not to have a drink what's that?
Me: Being bad and driving.
Me: Hope he's not a cop.
Her: You are too funny and no he is not
Me: So we've established he's not dirty Harry.
Her: Harry's words " I am dirty oh so dirty."
Me: Come to think of it with a name like Harry how could he not be.
Me: Well have a beer or three for me. I am off and running! (i was going to the gym)
Her: Harry's words "Well I could be a magician."
Me: Does he pull his rabbit out of his...Hat?
Her: Rabbits rabbits that's old hat I can show you
Me: Insert a work text to the wrong person which I sent to herHer: Who What Where Hospital!!
Me: Lol. Ooops. Wrong person. Boring work stuff but tell Harry it's top secret espionage.
Her: Guess you'll have to kill him now.
Me: He'll like it.
Her: Do you mean he'll die liking it?
Me: Ya that too.
So that my friends is guy game text as performed by a chick. I have her interest and apparently the guy she was with too. I'm good.
Title given to me by inspired Bhetti the Bright.
