The Unluck of the Irish

Turns out I don't have much luck, but I sure have fun...

Last year, as I was heading to my Hawaiian Vacation, I got this text from an unknown number that said, "your pretty." How flattering, yet how grammatically incorrect...negates any flattery in my book. Throughout the vacation, I tried to be Nancy Drew and figure out who this kid was. He claimed he got my number at church - him and everyone else. It's not too hard to get my number, especially when we have name tags and I put my number right under my name.

I didn't get much information, so I figured I'd invite him to do something so I could at least figure out who he was, in person. I was okay with that risk. The day that I was to get back to the mainland, I was going to go to the Bee's Baseball Game. I invited him to attend. "That's a little fast for me." Really? How? And then I got stuck in Hawaii for 2 extra days. I texted him and said I wasn't going to be able to make it back in time for the game, sorry. He slightly freaked out on me, saying I was a liar, etc.

About this time, I had someone on the mainland call his number, just to figure out who it was. The person obliged and discovered that he was indeed in the ward and that he had stalker tendencies and to stay far far away from him. Easy enough.

Since then, I get a lot of random texts from him, reminding me that I'm pretty, Happy Valentine's Day, suggesting we do stuff because we live so close, etc. The fun thing is that when I see him in real life, and I say "hi" he acts like he's never met me before or seen me. That's cool.

Last night I got a text from him, "Remember when we were going to go to the bees game? That was the most exciting thing in my life. I still think of how lucky I would have been to go have a good time." Apparently time heals wounds and he has forgotten that I "lied" to him. Interesting. It makes me sad that he's trying so hard. And makes me really happy that I have moved :0)

Happy St. Patrick's Day...may you have more luck than I have :0)