Barb from NC

 

Dec 15, 2020

Barb sent you a smile

Hi Barb, Thank you for the smile. You realize you're seven hours away, right? Normally I'd write a nice polite thank you, compliment you and try to be gracious. Because it's always an honor when a lady reaches out. But, I like your smile. 

You have a kind and happy face. So I find myself asking, What's her plan? Surely you're not randomly smiling at cute guys whose profiles catch your eye? With much anticipation, Tim

 

Nice to meet you here can you give me you number so we can get to know more about each other as well and see where the future hold us to

See, the thing is, there is such a thing as cat fishing. Apparently Harvesting phone numbers for nefarious purposes. That combined with the fact that your grammar indicates English as a second language, leads me to believe you're not Barb from North Carolina. More like Abdul from Nigeria. So, there's that. I really would rather talk on the phone. I learn a lot from voices. I spent 20 yrs in a sound booth. 

 So, I would love to hear your voice. But, you don't want to talk to me, do you? Because then I could detect from your inflection whether you were in fact from NC or NJ or say, Syria. So, perhaps if you really are Barb from NC, you will in fact decide it's worth getting to know me a little on this miserable platform, before we move to the phone. Otherwise, I think we're pretty much done.

 

Give me you number to call you

 

I am not here to catfish you . Can you give me your number to text you

Perhaps if you give me your number and I look it up and it is not a VOIP number and it is registered to a person named Barb in NC, then I'll call you. 

 

~



 So, I'm guessing Barb wasn't really in NC... And probably has no idea how big this country actually is...


— Much Love

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