Stranger: just a block away
Me: Don’t text and drive, it makes you dial the wrong number
Stranger: I could be walking
Me: Are you?
crickets
Stranger: Hi jeremia* this is fawn* i was wondering if i can come over and pick up my stuff? if your home
Me: Wrong number, but if he just dumped you it was obviously a horrible mistake
Stranger: lmao u dont even know
So what wrong number texts have you gotten recently?
*Names not changed because I haven’t got the foggiest idea who they are anyways
Stranger: Hey, you old whore - Brian says you’re unemployed again.
Me: I think you must have the wrong number; I’m still whoring myself out as hard as ever.
Not a wrong number text conversation, per se, but a pretty bizarre occurrence all the same.
So this lady calls me at like 11 AM saying that I had texted her saying something like “hi, how are you?” I think she got two texts from my number. So she was calling me to say “cease and desist.”
I never texted her. First, I don’t know her, and second, the first text was sent at around 7 AM…and there is no way in hell I’m going to be awake at 7 AM if I don’t have to be, let alone texting someone.
I told her this. I also asked her to read the number she got the texts from. Sure 'nuff, it was my number. I again told her I’d not sent the texts. I’m not sure she believed me, but she let it go. We agreed it was weird, and went our separate ways. I told her I’d try not to send any more ghost texts.
So, yeah, I dunno what the hell happened there. It hasn’t happened since, which I guess is all that matters.
Them: where are the goats?
Me: is this a bad joke?
Them: no. You left pasture open again.
Me: Uhm… I think you have the wrong number.
Them: sorry. For future reference, goats do not stay in pastures if the door is open.
Me: noted.
Something to that effect… Apparently, i have a very similar number to a goat farmer.
I didn’t reply as I figured that this text was so perfect that it needed no response. For the record, I am a 40 y/o white man.
Stranger: youmeanassnegro
Text from my son intended for his GF: “Hey, you wanna come over? My parents are gone.”
I’ve never received a text message from a stranger before.
Band name!
A few weeks ago I had one that was funny as hell.
My son texted supposedly one of his friends: Can I come over?
“friend”: Sure.
My son: I’m bringing 5 double cheeseburgers from McDs.
“friend”: Ok, great.
I took my son to his friend’s house, where he was welcomed with open arms. Then about 30 minutes later I get a text, who I thought was my son texting me from his friend’s phone.
Where r u?
Me: I went to Subway.
“son”: That sounds better.
Me: Well, ur the one that wanted to go over there instead of staying home.
“son”: whaaaa?
Me: Oh, wait, who is this?
“son” Jim.
I thought, oh, it’s this guy Jim that I dated a couple of times a couple of months ago.
Me: Ohhh, it’s you. How come u nevr got in touch with me? Was it because I called u Tom that one time?
Jim: I don’t know. Are u coming over?
Me: haha I can’t right now.
It was the next day before I figured out that my son had texted the wrong number and it wasn’t even the Jim I knew, it was a complete stranger. I texted him again that the whole thing was a misunderstanding, and that I didn’t even know him, but I jokingly asked if I could still come over. I now have a standing invitation to come over any time I want. 
Nothing like casual sex with strangers!
I have a new sig line coming up!
It’s not as good as causal sex with strangers.
… which in turn isn’t as good as strange sex with… uh… casualties?
I got a video text a few years ago. I had just moved to California and had my new cell # for a couple of months. The video I received was a kind of blurry image of a scantily clad Latino girl with very BIG boobies gyrating to the 2 Live Crew song "Ahhh, me so horny! Ahhh me so horny! Ahhh me so horny! Me love you long time!
I’m a 40 something yr old heterosexual of the female persuasion so I was so not appreciating the view or the song the way it was intended but I got a great laugh out of it for days and forwarded it to everybody I knew!
Every wednesday while I’m sitting at lunch in the cafeteria I get a text that asks me if im almost back with lunch, from a woman named laura. She believes that she is texting sherry, and I cannot convince her otherwise. I’m a male and a junior in high shcool. Leave me be, Laura.
Not a text, but a puzzling phonemail message.
Uh, I’m not a bartender or a waiter, there’s nothing I would do for a guy that would earn me a hundred and fifty dollar tip, nevermind in a bar. Clearly a wrong number, but the message itself is … provocative.
may_be_ignorant, I know the feeling. For a while I would occassionally get pages that when I returned the call was some doctor’s office. They thought I was a doctor they were trying to reach. Happened numerous times. :eek:
:smack:
??: nite, charles. I miss u bein in bed next 2 me.
me: I’m not Charles, sorry.
??: lawlz, I mean nite, papi. babygurlz misses u, big sexxxy.
me: OK, great.
if you have a camera phone, take a picture of yourself and send it back and ask if you look like sherry … ?
Next Wednesday text her first and say I’m almost back with lunch.
I’ve gotten several texts from fellows who seem to have been given a false phone number the previous night in the club.
A couple have refused to believe that I am not, in fact, the girl in question. One, I did manage to convince him and he still tried to get me to meet him.
Not a text message but I got back from lunch one day to find this message on my voice mail:
Stranger: “Yeah hi I think you know my sister, I think this is the number she gave me to call her at. She wanted me to watch her kid tomorrow but I have to work so I was hoping you could let her know that I’m not going to able to do it.”
I sure hope his sister found a babysitter!
I got someone clearly drunk-dialing my number in a rage; over a course of the night, I got about a dozen messages venting about what an asshole I was.
Good thing I turn my phone off when I’m sleeping!* Lord knows what smart-ass replies I might have made.
*Any emergency for me at 3 in the morning is one I can’t help with anyway.