(Photo Caption: Quick! Look the best you've ever looked! Must be in the genes.)
Other highlights? I went to dinner with friends and the Attitude Friday night. The food was gross but....at least we looked good?
Also. Thursday night after having drinks with some of Nashville's most beautiful, a friend and I realized we had never exchanged numbers. He gave me his, I told him I'd text back so he could have mine. Below is a transcription of what went down post digit-swap.
Me: Hey [redacted]! It's Heidi. So great seeing you tonight, and let's have dinner soon.
Him, the next afternoon: Hellow
Me: Hi friend! Hope you're having a great day
Him: Tanks you to
Him, later that evening: Hello heidi wat are you doing
Me: Out with my sister. What's up?
Him: Where do you live
Me: Near Lipscomb
Him: Can i call you now
Me: Sure
*This is where I turn to sisty and recite the texts I've been getting. I note that I think it's lame he's such a bad speller, regardless of his messages being delivered via cell phone.
**Five minutes pass...
Him: Are you merried
Me: No, why?
**The phone rings, I answer.
Him, in a heavy Spanish accent: Hey baby how are you?
Me: Umm..I'm fine thanks.
Him, still in a heavy accent: This is Alexander is this Heidi?
Me, realizing the mistake: Oh my gosh! I think I have the wrong number for my friend.
Him, even heavier accent: Hey baby thats ok, if you still want to talk we can.
Me: No thanks. Have a great night.
I think the funniest part about this entire story is the fact that this dude, who presumably DID NOT meet me on Thursday night considering I wrote A DIFFERENT NAME in my first text, still tried to have a conversation with me. So skeezy.
Anyway, I got the correct number for my friend and texted him appropriately. I'm happy to report we're going to dinner later this week. No rando dudes will be in attendance.
Just another story to add to the arsenal of things that happen to you when you're not merried. Maybe I should change my blog name.
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