I bought the phone off of ebay. It was cheap, and I mean real cheap, especially for an iphone like that. The guy said that he wanted to get rid of it. He must have done that in a rush, because when it got to me, nothing was deleted. All of his contacts were there, all of his pictures, all of his apps. I ain’t a nosey person, but come on. It was like this stranger had just handed me a book of his life. I had to read it.
I started by just scrolling through the contacts. Nothing unusual. He had his mom, his friends and his boss, just like we all do. But then I got to the pictures. There were around 400 hundred and all of them were of his and this girl. She was beautiful, amazingly so. She was a magazine cover but she did not need all the photoshop. Then I noticed, in every picture they were wearing the same exact thing, and, if you scowled like it was a movie, her smile slowly faded. The last picture was actually a video. The man who had sold me the phone just looked straight into the camera. For thirty seconds he said nothing, just blinked, afterwards, he said ‘Sorry.’ He had been crying. Next the text messages. I scrolled through the first couple conversations were just emoji riddled things about the normal stuff, work, beer and weekends. But then, I get to this conversation he had with some girl, whose contact was Her. “Hey” He started. “Hey.” She texted back exactly 11 minutes later. “Just making sure you gave me the right number.” He said. “Romantic.” She responded. I am assuming that is sarcastic. “You’d be surprised.” “I like surprises.” They continue on with this flirty banter until finally he gets the courage and says “dinner?” She says that she guesses she is not busy tomorrow night. “When should I pick you up.” “7.” “Are you okay with Italian.” “Yeah.” Romance in the modern age really is a great thing. They go to dinner, and since I can tell when the messages and pictures were sent they take the 400 pictures in that one night. The next morning he says “You alright? You left my apartment so soon.” That message was seen at 10:58 am. There is no response. Later that same night he messages “Microwave food for me tonight. Not as good as Italian. Not as good as food with you.” Seen 8:14 pm. The next morning he tries, “So do you want to meet up again?” Seen at 9:37am. Then, at 11:42 am, she texts back, “you are not good at taking hints. are you?” “What did I do wrong?” His response is both immediate and desperate. Seen at 11:45 am. He waits only ten minutes and then responds with “?” but still, she does not respond. He waits two hours and then says “Listen, I had a great time last night. Sorry if you didn’t. Want to try again?” He waits another day and then says “Really? No response?” He is mad now, and texting very frequently. “I at least deserve a response.” “I thought you were better than this.” “Thought you were different. My mistake.” “Yow know I can see that you have read these, right?” “Why are you ignoring me?” “Why did you even say yes when I asked.” “I did not want a one night stand. I wanted you.” Then, “I am coming over.” He says nothing for four days, and when he does he sends a video. A man cries and looks into the camera. “Sorry.”
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