Boyfriend spent the past weekend up at his lake house with his family for Easter. So on Saturday morning, I had my coffee and sent him a text message. We had a mini conversation. This is how it went.
Me: What r u doing?
Boyfriend: Reading a triathalon magazine. What r u doing (insert an iphone emoji of an ice cream cone)
Me: Triathalon magazine? You gonna do one?? I'm just hanging with Rose. Trying to decide what to do with my day. (insert iphone emoji of a ghost.)
Boyfriend: Go shopping! Yes will u do a triathalon w me?
Me: Are u encouraging me to shop?? Well fine if u say so... I'll only do a triathalon if Rosie can do it with me Haha (insert emoji french fries)
Boyfriend: Cool. We will all do one together as one big happy family. Shop til u drop babe
End of conversation.
This was not boyfriend I was texting with. This was his sister, Mizzle. Of course, I didn't know that until much later in the day. I mean, the signs were there. Boyfriend doesn't read triathalon magazines. He doesn't use random emojis. He doesn't encourage me to shop. And he most certainly would never say "we will all do one together as one big happy family."
Well played, T-pot. Well played.