A few nights ago I was getting ready to go to bed when I heard my cellphone buzzing away in the pocket of my jacket. It does that periodically when I’ve missed a call, so I pulled it out to see I had missed anything important.
It wasn’t a missed call. It was an instant message. Who the heck would send me a message at 2 am? Curious, I opened the message and got a picture. It was really tiny on the screen on my phone, but I could make out most of it. It was a picture of somebody’s bathroom, and there in the middle of the bathroom was a naked lady.
She’s holding something up in front of her face so I can’t see it…Oh, I get it: She’s holding her cell phone out in front of her to take a naked picture of herself in the bathroom mirror.
Just to be clear, unlike some of the cool kids, I don’t have a lot of women sending me naked pictures of themselves. In fact, that’s never happened.
(Ladies wishing to change all that are encouraged to submit photos to my email address in the sidebar.)
The area code for her phone number is one digit off from my area code, so I imagine she was sending the message to someone in her area code and misdialed.
Probably the smart thing to do would be to ignore the message. The nice naked lady would simply discover that her friend didn’t get the message and she’d figure her cellular carrier lost it. She’d never know she sent it to a stranger, so she’d never worry about it.
But at 2 am, the smart thing simply didn’t occur to me. Instead, I thought it made sense to let her know what had happened:
Got your picture. I don’t believe we’ve met, but it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance! Seriously, don’t worry, but check that number.
She hasn’t responded.