| | 12:26 AM : my phone beeps, informing me of a missed call. The area code is 209, which I later look up to be from just east of San Francisco. I figure it was a wrong number so I don't call back, and I return to my computer to continue reading about electric guitar pedals.
1:10 AM : my photo editing is interrupted by a phone call. Same area code. I'm curious.
me: hello
male voice: uh, hi. Is Sabrina there?
me: um, no. You have the wrong number.
male voice: oh.
me: bye.
1:23 AM : text message from 209765xxxx.
Sabrina u re really cute....its Tim (the guy with the porsche)..lets hang out sometime soon
I sense desperation. And compensating.
1:24 AM : text message from 209765xxxx.
We met at fatmans bar tonight
I hope I don't rack up a large cell phone bill, but this is amusing.
I'm no expert on the female mind, and it's been awhile since I've been part of the bar scene, but don't text messages at 1 AM seem... stalker-ish? I wonder if so-called-Sabrina gave the wrong number. Why not use something like 508-556-3549?
Since this fellow already had my attention, I thought about him. Hmm, Silicon Valley male who drives a Porsche. At first, I had assumed he was drunk; maybe he was just a stereotypically desparate nerd.
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