Text to know you

Beers and my sissy are particularly hard on their cell phones. So recently they decided it was completely pointless to get the top of the range, shiny and sparkly little phone because in a weeks time the screen would be cracked, the body of the cell phone chipped and scratched and the buttons would no longer work. My brother ventured to a shop that sold new phones that instead of saying “Nokia 350” would say “NNokia 350” or along those lines… He bought 2 of those indestructible type guys, the ones with rubber round the edges to protect it when you drop it and everything is waterproofed for when you drop it in your beer. He paid a whole 700 ZA Rant each for these new phones.

Once they were fully charged as per instructed, my sissy put her sim card in and switched it on only to discover that she had in fact received a second hand “new” phone. There was a whole list of phone numbers, texts and photos all on the phone. We were tempted to phone up the previous owner and ask if they had their phone stolen from them recently.

We learnt from the various text messages that the girls name is Fiona, and her close friends called her Fi. She lives in England and is single but most of her friends are in fact married. One of them was pretty preggies round the end of last year, while another had given birth to a little baby boy. Another friend had had twins (seriously what are they putting in the water with all these preggy people) a few months prior and another’s move into their new home went rather well. (this is a very busy group of people) a friend of hers wished our dear Fi a happy New year pretty early as she was prone to get very drunk and lose her cell phone. Mike Ordus was very excited for their date on Saturday, which judging by the follow up text went very well and he hoped to see her again soon. One of her friends had been terrible and hadn’t contacted her in a while and they should meet up at the pub soon to catch up. She had met the most wonderful man and wished to tell her all about him (no wonder the contact had been bad!)

Once we had read all the texts in the inbox, I felt myself slightly disappointed. I wanted to carry on my little soirée into this woman’s life, I felt like I knew her. I wanted to text Shanna and ask her how little Richard was doing; last I had heard he had just popped out the womb. And the twins? Are they talking yet? Causing the young parents to pull out their hair yet? And Fi? How did things go with Mike, are they still together, is he the ONE? I feel like I know you so well and have so much in common with you. How do you deal with being one of the last single people in your group of friends? And the friend that dumped you for her new man? Was he that wonderful, or did he leave her broken hearted and alone? And why do YOU think some girls do that, find a man and you never see them? Or have I got it wrong, is that how it works? Is there no balance between the 2?

It is truly amazing what you can learn about a person from a few lines of text. How you can get to know them through their mates’ reactions and words used when ‘speaking to them’

Remain Infinitely Cute
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