If he is trying to get me to fall for this nonsense so that he can show Melinda the screenshots later, he is dead wrong.
"Me: Okay, Robert, you've had a funny time now, so let me get dressed."
"Unknown Number: Wow. Does that mean that you have no clothes on?"
"Unknown: That's good to imagine."
I ignore.
"Unknown number: Sorry. I shouldn't have missed the point."
"Unknown: And I'm not Robert!"
Unknown number: So what? Do you accept or not?
"Me: Look, if it's not Robert, fine. But whoever you are, I'll tell you I'm not in the mood for jokes like this."
At least I don't get an answer confirming my thesis that this is just another of Robert's pranks.
I know I am a biology teacher since I was 24 years old has awakened an interest in hormonal teenage girls, as I know all the girls in high school are.
And even today, at the age of 30, I know from the way they look at me from time to time that I still have some effect on them. Many don't just stare and practically insinuate themselves to me. I have heard and read many things. And I know maybe this message could be from one of my students. The hard part is knowing how she got access to my phone number.
I end up letting it go after the answer doesn't come. I get dressed and throw myself on the couch. Today I'm not even going to prepare dinner.
I'm just going to order a pizza.
After turning on the TV, I lie down and realize I am on vacation.
A month in my house without laptops, tests, meetings, and nothing reminds me of work.
I have a smile on my face.
...
The pizza arrives, so I have a smile on my face.
I open the Coke, pour myself a glass, and get a slice of pizza, mozzarella, my favorite. Just as I'm about to eat, my cell phone vibrates with the arrival of a new message. I think it's from Melinda, but no.
Unknown: I haven't given up on the answer yet.
I pick up my cell phone and type it quickly:
"Me: Look, you who says it's not Robert? I'm already in an appointment."
"Unknown: I know. And what is this insistence that I am this Robert?"
"Unknown: Look."
''Image''
"Unknown: Do I look like Robert?"
"Damn it!"
I'm speechless now. I run my hand through my hair. These girls are getting more and more appealing. She just sent me a picture where she is wearing only pink panties with her hand covering half of her boobs. It's hard to resist and not look.
"Me: But what was that?"
"Unknown: A nude. I think."
"Unknown: Damn, I don't usually do this kind of thing, but you weren't taking me seriously."
I take a deep breath. It could get complicated for me. This girl could be one of my students, but the problem is that I can't recognize her. So I'll gather some information before doing something about it.
"Me: Okay, tell me what you want."
"Unknown: I already told you."
"Unknown: I want to have sex with you."
"Me: Alright, what's your name again?"
"Unknown: I know what you are thinking. But I'm not one of your students, teachers Andrews. My name is Shane."
"Me: How did you get my phone number, Shane?"
"Unknown: When you were talking to Miss Dawson. She put her boobs in your face."
"Me: ?"
"Unknown: I know you remember her from the school where you did a lecture on sexuality this afternoon."
"Unknown: I followed both of you. At first, I was going to find your phone number in the principal's office, but I heard you tell it to Miss Dawson."
"Me: So you also heard me tell her I am engaged to be married, right?"
"Unknown: Yes, I did."
"Unknown: haha"
"Unknown: But I also heard you say that your fiancée is taking a course and will be away for two months."
"Unknown: so my proposal will benefit both of us."
"Unknown: :)"
"Me: Where are you going with this?"
"Unknown: I already explained that I want sex."
"Me: But why with me?"
"Unknown: Because you seem to understand the subject very well."
"Me: If it's just sex, why not with someone your age?"
"Unknown: Because I am a virgin, boys of my same age are all idiots and would ruin everything you know what to do. I would love my first time with you."
"Me: Wow."
"Unknown: And as I said, you didn't embarrass me by talking about sex in front of me."
I take a deep breath and try to see what I can do. I type back.
"Me: This conversation is pointless. What can I do to make you forget about it?"
"Unknown: Easy"
"Unknown: Have sex with me!"