From the fellow I met on the street…

Text Number One:

Hi I hope u r doing well. Every day I have been going to incredible parties. Today I am getting drinks at X then a fashion party in midtown. I would love it if you came. Please? Drinks and transportation are free.


I don’t respond. Something about “incredible parties” rubs me the wrong way. And fashion party? It’s not even fashion week. And although I am a fan of parties that guarantee free booze, I don’t like to venture to midtown unless it’s work related.

 

Then I get a second text a week later:

Hi. Can U C Me???

Um, I have to stop telling strangers where I work.