I have no intention of sending this woman money for a new i-phone. I mean, I was involved in a little text chat w/ her about love and marriage when, after a couple of days, she announced wednesday, 9/25/13, was her birthday and she wanted me to give her a new i-phone.

The gist of my next text was, “how much are one of those?”

“Oh, 5, 6 hundred bucks at least.”

“Okay. I’ll get to work on that right away.”

“I knew I could count on you,” she text responded.

I texted back, “I was only kidding.”

She did not respond for a day and a half. And, when she did, her first question was, “how’s it goin’ w/ my i-phone?”

“it’s goin’,” I said.

This time her text said, “I’m counting on you.”

It was my turn not to respond. I mean, I don’t even know this woman, I don’t even know if she’s a woman, we talked about marriage (in a general way), we didn’t get married (I don’t think) and, if we did get married, it has not been consummated (not even a sext). Matter of fact, I know nothing other than what has been texted… which isn’t much in the way of personal info. And, to be fair, she has no idea whether or not I can be counted on so she why is she tellin’ me this?

Of course, she’s tellin’ me this coz she’s tryin’ to scam me out of 600 bucks. She’s tryin’ to scam me out of 600 hundred bucks by playin’ on my old man loneliness and last gasp desire. And, to be honest, it might’ve worked if she(?) hadn’t a been so impatient. It might’ve worked if I hadn’t’ve already sent all my discretionary cash to a young woman who takes her time, has created a reasonable back story, and has let me talk to her about all things for over a year. I’ve seen her face, heard her voice and we have talked live stream via web cam. She has been worth every penny I’ve sent her.

Which is more than I can say about my most recent text buddy.

Next time she contacts me I’m going to tell her, “I’m not buying you an i-phone. I’m not giving you 600 bucks.”


About joefingas

I am a songwriter, poet, blues singer, and a boogie woogie piano player. I have a grandson but I have no children of my own. All my women have wised up and left me. I was a bum, a wino, a drug/alcohol counselor, a prevention/intervention specialist and a pretender. I have no more time to pretend.
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