Cell Phone Matters

Here's an odd story:

I rarely use my cell phone and am very discriminatory to whom I give it out.  One fine day, this passing Sunday, the day after Valentine's Day, I got two messages from a number I didn't recognize.  The first read:

Nie boje się (I am not afraid)

The second one read:

Jeszcze zobaczymy

kurwa

(We shall see, Whore (or fuck!))

Now, this is a little unsettling.  Not only have I never met this person (presumably) but why is s/he calling me a whore?  I wrote back, diplomatically:

What the fuck?!

Kto to jest?

(Who is this?)

Whoever it was disregarded my inquisitions and said (the following day):

Teraz nie moge pisać

(I can't write right now)

OK, so s/he can't write right now; I'll play the waiting game.  I was rewarded several hours later with:

Ewelina do mnie wczoraj pisałaś dlatego nie mogłem

(Ewelina, you wrote to me yesterday, that's why I couldn't)

This was getting really bizarre.  I found out he's a 'he' and lacks grammar so his message isn't exactly clear to comprehend.  Am I Ewelina?  I replied:

OK.

Ale, kto jestes?

Czy znam cie?

Jak sie nazywa?

(But, who are you?  Do I know you?  What is your name?)

Sane questions, right?  Well, they were disregarded and he sent:

Cześć síostra ty wczoraj do mnie pisałaś na telefon wieczorem dlatego nie pisałem

(Hi, sister.  You wrote to me yesterday on the telephone, in the evening, there for I didn't write.)

This is fucking weïrd.  I happened to run out of money on my phone, so I couldn't reply.  This guy kept on sending me messages:

Jesteś jeszcze na mnie zła kochanie

(You are still mad at me, Love)

And:

Kochanie odpisz

michał

(Love, write back.

Michal)

Well!!!  His name is Michal.  He hasn't sent me anymore messages, but I still think it's awfully strange.