Story Submitted by Brenda:
Max messaged me online, we progressed to phone calls, and he finally asked me out.
He told me to meet him at 110 Iroquois Lane in Wexford. When I was in my car and punched the address into my GPS, it came back as nonexistent. I figured that he had made a mistake and so I called him up and left a message.
He texted back. "Can't pick up. Just get here," then followed up with, "Just get here" twice more.
I texted back, "There is no 110 Iroquois in Wexford. Is that the right address?"
No response. I tried calling once more, but I didn't leave a message. As I had no idea where he wanted me to go, I didn't go anywhere, and I ended up ordering in Chinese that night.
I wrote him a message the next day, as nice as possible, telling him that I wasn't too impressed with the way he had handled things, although I would wait to hear his explanation.
No explanation came, but a week later (yes, a week), he texted back, "110 Iroquois, Wexford. Just get here."
I didn't respond. Not even when he sent me another text, left a voicemail, and wrote me an e-mail explaining that he was trapped in a "timerip" (his word) for the past week due to an inter-dimensional battle, but that he still really wanted to meet up for drinks.
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Awesome.
ReplyDeleteNothing like a relaxing drink after an inter-dimensional battle
ReplyDeleteWith a bit of the mind-slip, you could have been into his "timerip."
ReplyDeleteI believe he meant 110 Iroquois Pl in Cadillac, MI (Wexford county). This man sounds amazing! Go to him, there may still be time!
ReplyDeleteRefusing to meet a man just because he's stuck in a timerip! Have a little understanding. Interdimensional battles are nothing to cough at.
ReplyDeleteThis is amazing. With an excuse like that, I might have actually gone out with him :).
ReplyDeleteYou should have wrote, "I'm coming to find you in the future...leave me a text and I'll get back to you last week"
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