“Just tryna make friendship”

I’ve had some difficulty sleeping lately.  Back pain, hip pain, an extremely active and vivid dream-life, and just general sleeplessness prevent me from getting a good night’s sleep.  Last night, however, I drifted right off and was sleeping well.  That is, until my cell phone rang somewhere around midnight.  Now, everyone who knows me well knows that I am not a night person.  I’m in bed between 9 and 10 every night.  Sometimes earlier.  So if I’m getting a call at midnight, I immediately assume there’s some emergency.

I heard my cell phone ring, jumped out of bed and ran across the room to answer it (keep in mind that quick movements are also not easy for me at this point in my life).  Did someone I love just die in a car wreck?  Is there some other tragedy unfolding that would merit a midnight phone call?  In a panic, I answer the phone and the voice on the other end says,

“Hey….”

Ok, first of all, if you call someone, ESPECIALLY at midnight, get to the point already.  Don’t just say “Hey…” and wait for me to engage in small talk.  I respond by saying, “Um, hello?”  The voice on the other end says

“Hey, is this Christy (or Krista, or Christian, or something)?”

I was frustrated but also somewhat relieved.  For some reason I was in a polite mood, and I responded nicely with “No, I think you’ve got the wrong phone number.”

“Oh…” he says, “sorry.”

And we hang up.  I couldn’t help but think the whole thing sounded a bit like Christy (or whoever) was getting a booty call.  But that’s just my guess.

Anyway, I drag myself back across the room and fall into bed.  My heartrate is finally slowing back down at this point, having discovered that there was no emergency.  Then I get a text.  At midnight.  From the wrong number I just hung up with.  He says, and I quote,

“hey but whats up this devin”

REALLY?!?!  It’s midnight, you didn’t get a hold of Christy (or whoever), so now you’re trying to make nice with me?!  AT MIDNIGHT?!  As nicely as I know how, I inform him that I don’t know him, it’s late, and he should probably stop calling and texting my number.  Apparently I hurt his feelings, because this is the response I get (again quoting exactly):

“ok i just was tryna make friendship sorry”

Devin. We need to work on our social skills here.  You’d be much better at “making friendship” if you didn’t go about it by calling/texting random numbers AT MIDNIGHT.  Go out, have a little fun, find some people with some similar interests, and “make friendship” with them.

Fortunately that was our final communication.  Unfortunately, at that point I was wide awake and mad and couldn’t go back to sleep.  Ugh.  Thanks, Devin.