She said I was history.
Then she said she would give me one more chance.
Then she said I didn’t deserve a second chance.
Then just as I was about to speak.
She said, I mean, who the hell do you think you are.
I was just about to say.
She said, this is definitely your last warning.
I was silent for a few seconds.
Well, what do you have to say for yourself.
This is a wrong number.
What.
You’re not speaking to the guy you’re dumping.
Well, why the hell did you let me rabble on.
To be truthful, I sort of get dumped a lot by phone, I just didn’t recognize the number.
That’s because you’re all jerks.
Well, why don’t I take you out tonight to get over the jerk.
Get knotted, consider yourself and the jerk dumped.
Got a feeling she’ll phone back later and apologize, and then take me up on my offer, and when she gets to know me better.
She’ll definitely dump me.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
I remember when i was very active in a dating agency before it was all online. Dumping was an adventure especially when you got the dates/people mixed up in your mind. Switching to a second identity was fun too, amazing how many times you met the same people again... but thats a whole lot of other stories and dodging handbags.
Yes, getting dates or names wrong is lethal, even worse when you get spotted with the wrong person.
What interesting wrong number conversations you have Paul! The second someone hears my voice he/she says 'Sorry wrong number' and immediately dumps me.
Getting dumped is the new dating. lol
Many years ago at work my manager answered his 'phone and spoke to someone for fifteen minutes before telling the person they had rung the wrong number.
Andy
No chance of wrong numbers now, unless it's press 3 to get dumped.
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