I really must give out my number less. The other day I got the following string of texts from a number I don't recognise. All in about an hour, while I was doing something else.
#2: Ur sexy!
#3: ru gay?!?
Me: Hello. Who are you?
#4: Who are you???
#5: Can you keep secrets?
#6: How old r u?
#7: All i wana no is how old ur, whether u got bf or gf and are u up for some fun?
Me: Hello? What?
#8: Sorry i bein impatient but i would like to talk to u.
#9: You tell me about u and i will tell u bout me. Will prob disappoint u, but oh well lol.
#10: Please text me.
Me: Hi – look, i'm out with friends and a bit busy. Can we sort this out tomorrow? PS: Who are you?
#11: Rite... Ru interested in havin a bit of private fun wit boy? Yes or no?
#12: Hi... so do u wanna have some fun?
#13: I think we'll be printing the A5 flyers. Love you!
Actually, the last message was from my friend Rick. I haven't heard from my mystery number since, so I guess I'll never know if it was the squaddie or the ballet dancer.