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