Okay, well, I met this girl one day through a group of friends; we hit it off immediately, and we had a great time together. We talked, hugged, had a laugh, and then I walked her home. We never exchanged numbers - we just sort of kept it as a passing thing, so I didn't really think anything of it at the time.
A few days later I receive a text - it was from the girl. Apparently, she had asked one of my mates for my number because she wanted to thank me for walking her home. She then asked me out to dinner - and then said that she couldn't get me out of her mind. So, like the flattered gentleman I was, I cordially agreed to the date, and thanked her for the kind words.
As the week progresses the texts mount up as the date draws nearer. I booked the table at the restaurant, got all of my nicest clothes ready, and made sure that I had saved plenty of money up. I'm suspecting absolutely nothing at this point.
Then, the evening of the date rolls around. About an hour or two before we're due to meet, I receive a text from her alleged boyfriend who was threatening to smash my teeth out. So, needless to say, no date for me. But the cringe worthy thing is that I actually engaged in an argument with this alleged guy, making a complete numpty of myself in the process - because when Monday rolled around, the person behind all of the text messages reveals himself - the entire thing was a great big wind up, right from the very first text. My friends had me hook line and sinker. I had completely fallen for it.
I couldn't of been any older than sixteen at the time - and a lot of my friends were much older than me, so I was ridiculously easy to prank.
So yeah, for a couple of years afterwards I was extremely on my guard with every other girl. If I received an obscure text from a random I'd always follow it up with a phone call, just to confirm.
I laugh now, but at the time I just wanted the ground to swallow me up. It's bad enough that I was as keen as I was, let alone falling for the joke! Aggh!!