I pulled away and gave the dude my number. Titus was
pissed oĉ, but you know what, I was pretty much done with
him.
Besides, he lived in Georgia. I wasn’t never going to see
this dude, anyway. I gave him my number mainly because
Titus was being such a pussy. We ended up talking on the
phone maybe once a month or so. One day I was just like,
“Man, you’re old.” He was like thirty-two. I was like, “You’re
too old for me,” and I hung up.
I ended up changing my number, and I moved and all this
stuĉ, and I didn’t even think about him enough to update
him. So then he couldn’t mnd me, and I forgot about him
mostly.
Five years later, he calls me up out of nowhere. I
remembered who he was immediately. We talked for a
second, but I was curious how he found me.
Ex-Husband: “Tiĉany, I been looking for you for mve
years. I’m so excited to talk to you again.”
Tiffany: “Well if you wanted to talk to me, why didn’t
you look me up sooner?”
Ex-Husband: “I couldn’t spell your last name. ͳen I
saw you on Bill Bellamy’s Who’s Got Jokes? and I saw I
was spelling your name wrong.”
Tiffany: “Yeah, but my number ain’t listed.”