A Story

I woke up to a lovely email from my friend Steve:

A phone text conversation that took place last night between 10:40 and 11:38 PM MDT between ME and "YOU":

ME: I think you should fess up to your creation of socialist Obama Joker posters.

"YOU": Who is this?

ME: Steve Aaron. How the heck are ya?

"YOU": Im fine. Are you looking for someone?

ME: Is this not Eric Anderson? Cause that would be awkward.

NOT YOU: Well then I guess this is awkward. This isn't Erics phone anymore.

ME: My apologies.

NOT YOU: Your not the only one who has done this. Who is Eric?

ME: I was in film school with him at BYU. I guess I need his new number now. Sorry to bother you.

(That's me trying to end the conversation again.)

NOT YOU: I think he must have been popular. No need to opoligize.

(I figure I'm done now texting NOT YOU.)

NOT YOU: Just curious how old are you guys?

ME: 26

(I don't dare ask how old NOT YOU is.)

NOT YOU: Figures...lol


And there you have it. What I'm really trying to say is...what's your phone number?

Kisses and love,

Steve

I laughed for a solid 14 minutes.

To all of you that have found yourself in this situation, please email me before texting or calling and I will send you my real phone number. I hate to think what the "other ME" is thinking at this point. Maybe I should apologize?