The day after I fell in a ditch, my French teacher sent me the following message:
GOOD AFTERNOON EMILY. I GOT YOU HAD AN ACCIDENT YESTERDAY. PLEASE ACCEPT MY SINCERE SYMPATHY. IT SHALL BE WELL WITH YOU. ABRAHAM (FRENCH CLASSES).
I responded with somthing along the lines of, 'Thank you. I'm sore, but it could have been worse,' to which he said:
YOU DON'T MEAN THAT! IT WAS THAT SERIOUS! I UNDERSTAND. BUT PROMISE NOT TO LET THE PAINS OVERCOME. JUST BE STRONG. IT'L B OVER SOON. OK?
And from some guy who asked for my nuber as I bought bananas on the street:
DEAR EMILY. SEEING YOU THE OTHER DAYWAS LIKE A DREAM THAT WILL NEVER COME TRUE I THOUGHT. MEETING YOU WAS LIKE A HEALING THAT TOOK PLACE IN MY HEART. PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU TO SET UP A TIME FOR US TO HAVE A FACE TO FACE TALK. THANK YOU AND TAKE A GOOD CARE OF YOURSELF. BY JULIUS.
I have of course ignored all of his subsequent calls, and today got the following message:
Emilie my dear. It has been quite some-time without me hearing the fervent voice of yours that keeps me stray when thinking of you. Dear please help me 2 meet u.
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OMG EMILY!
WHAT DO YOU HAVE AGAINST CAMEROONIAN MEN! ARE YOU RACIST?
jk
but if he's hot, go for it!
Oh text messages... that's basically hilarious.
Classy...
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