text messages from Ernesto (brief encounter from the bar)
Ernesto: IFYOUCANREADTHISTHENYOUWILLGETGOODLUCKTONIGHTSOSENDTHISTOTENPEOPLEORYOUWILLDIE
Me: who is this?
E: Ernesto! I do tats. we met on nu yrs. you’re Taylor Rowe!
Me: oh. yeah. yes I am. I didn’t realize that I gave you my number.
E: can you send me a pic?
Me: No. my camera is broken. (no it wasn’t.) Which brother are you? The one with the neck tattoo? (shameless bitch)
E: wit da tattoo. my brother is Lance. sends cocky pic of himself in the gym
Me: I remember now. yeah, I was talking to your brother for a long time, so thats why i was confused about which brother you were. (meaning I don’t know why I gave him my number. also meaning that’d rather it was his brother texting me)
E: are you the one who wanted tat work?
Me: well, yeah, but thats not how we met. You guys just came up to me and bought me drinks.
E: idk. Alaska?
Me: Juneau? what?
E: ????
Me: Oh, I thought we were playing the capitals game.
E: are u dat school teacher?
Me: no. I didn’t really talk to you, I was talking to your brother all night. (have him text me)
E: so… did you want tat work?
Me: not really. I just got some work done and needed to save money. say hi to Lance for me. (this was to deliberately piss him off. I don’t like to make people happy if they are going to spam text me)
stops texting, finally.