The match of someone's

part 3

So, after my phone buzzed for the third time, I was officially over it. This time the number wasn’t even local—it was some American dude. Like, seriously? I didn’t ask for international drama. But the moment I saw that country code, I straight-up replied with, "NO, STOP, NOOO."

I was done with these football weirdos. My energy was on E, but let’s be real—I was still bored out of my mind. So, despite every rational thought screaming at me to block them, I kept talking. Because who doesn’t love a little chaos, right? Plus, there’s nothing like a mystery dude with a football pfp from another country to spice up a dull summer night.

I was firing off sarcastic replies to this third random number, trying to get some entertainment out of this trainwreck when it hit me—I needed backup. There was no way I was surviving this drama alone. Enter Moya and Sye Sye, my two ride-or-die girls. I sent them a screenshot of the convo, captions full of dramatic “WTF”s, and asked them what the hell I should do.

Cue the group chat mess.

Moya was like, "Girl, block them, what are you even doing?" Typical Moya—practical, no-nonsense, and always ready to keep me in check.

But Sye Sye? Oh, Sye Sye was living for the drama. She hit me with the real truth bomb:

"Damn, you actually have guys texting you? They gonna be so disappointed when they realize it’s you." And then, just to add salt to the wound, she threw in a laughing emoji.

I screamed. Like, girl, the SHADE. But also, I couldn’t even be mad because I was cackling. I mean, she’s not entirely wrong. These guys were probably thinking they’d hit the jackpot with their random messages, but little did they know, they’d stumbled into a hot mess express with me as the conductor.

But while we’re laughing, let’s not forget—I still had three random dudes texting me, asking the exact same questions. At this point, I was so deep into this madness I couldn’t even back out. And, of course, curiosity had me by the throat. Like, what was their endgame? Did they think they were slick? Did they have a bet going? Were they all sitting in a group chat laughing about how they were playing some clueless girl? Babe, I had questions.

So, while I was texting Moya and Sye, telling them how shady this whole thing felt, I was also juggling convos with the three musketeers of football. It was getting ridiculous. They kept asking basic questions like "What’s your favorite color?" and "Do you play sports?" Like, no, obviously I don’t play football. Do I look like I’m about to run around kicking a ball? Absolutely not.

But every time I tried to throw in some sarcasm or mess with them, they just kept going. Like, who are these dudes? Where are they finding the stamina to text a random girl for this long? Is this their full-time job?

At some point, I was just doing it for the laughs, telling Moya and Sye everything in real time. Sye, of course, kept throwing shade like, "Girl, they’re probably just hoping you’re not a catfish. They’re gonna be so let down when they see your profile pic." The disrespect. But honestly, I was vibing with the chaos at this point.

And here’s the kicker, babe: the American dude started flirting, like hard. He was trying to be all smooth like, "You seem so cool. Maybe we could hang out sometime." And I was like, "Sir, you’re literally in another country. Are you planning on flying over here to kick a ball around in my backyard?"

No.

But did that stop me from entertaining the idea? Of course not. I was bored, remember?

So, between roasting these random dudes and getting roasted by my own friends, I was living for the drama. But deep down, I knew something wasn’t right. I mean, what are the chances of three random dudes texting me within the same day, all with football pfps, all asking the same questions? I was ready for the truth to come out, but until then, I was having way too much fun playing along.