So many times have I Texted an acquaintance, only to receive nothing in return. Days or weeks or months later, when these acquaintances contact me about something completely unrelated, I confront them about the earlier text. And they’ll insist they never saw it, that they got a new number, that my: “Remember the chiropractor guy from that piñata party last year? I just ran into him at the Hell’s Kitchen Rite Aid” message might have gone to someone else who wordlessly read, formed an opinion about, and deleted it.
I’m not like that. I let all mis-texters, such as the following person who texted my number from her gmail account, know they’re headed down the wrong path.
Gmailer: Hey Brew! My Phone isn’t working but I wanted to text to make sure u can still do my hair tomorrow.
Me: You got it! What do you have in mind this time around?
Gmailer: I know I want a side part!
Me: Now why is that?
Gmailer: I just like it better.
Me: But why though? Does it change who you are?
Gmailer: Are u texting the right person? Lol
Me: I’m just Thinking. Have you ever considered letting your hair grow and do its thing naturally?
Gmailer: Yea I will after this one. Over the winter probably late November until spring I’ll give it a break.
Me: Glad to hear it, but why not now? What makes “this one” so different? Still just thinking about the way things are for us. For us women.
Gmailer: Girl y are u getting so deep?! Lol. I have homecoming and stuff so I just wanted a fab weave for that. Last year I went weaveless in the winter that’s when I normally give my hair a break.
Me: Oh yes I am getting deep. Who says you shouldn’t work the look you were born with? Own it? Love it? Is it any coincidence that weave rhymes with leave?
Gmailer: R u ok??? This doesn’t seem like you. Are you joking? I would call u but my phone is broken.
Me: I’m not joking at all. What happened to your phone?
Gmailer: Oh ok. I’m not sure where this is coming from but if it bothers you no worries, I don’t have to get it done. I dropped my phone in water :(
Me: It’s coming from my heart and soul. Which is all that matters. And consolations: the phone-in-water thing really is a bitch.
[It went on, but not forever. The moment the mis-texter slips into silence, my work there is done.]
