Many moons ago, on one of the days that I’d actually made it into the office, I received a bizarre text from Rob who was, doubtless, sitting around in his underwear. I still have it saved away in my inbox.
Did you start a subscription to Maxim??
I was going to continue on to tell you that I never signed up for this first issue, and neither did I have any idea why it kept arriving monthly. I was then planning on stating how utterly bemused I am by the fact that it’s tracked me to Astoria and arrived in my mailbox today. I would likely have followed this up with speculation about who could have subscribed me, or explored the possibility that the marketing demographic I’m in means I may simply be targeted by Maxim’s advertisers for free issues.
Instead, here’s a collection of out of context texts from way back in 2010.
Me: Ok her face is a little lop-sided 12:31 PM
Eric: Hey its eric 11:12 PM
Me: Hey it’s Ian. 11:41 PM
I have no idea who Eric is.
[redacted]: my parents say hello to you both. mainly bc they think im spending the night at your place. 6:23 PM
Rob Wright: :) On my way home now, treated myself to a taxi. See you soon. 8:16 PM
Me: Don’t blame you. I’m in bed but feel free to pop in, just watching Netflix 8:25 PM
I don’t remember Rob ever popping into my bed. I didn’t think we were that close. But I have a bad memory.
Bridget: Did you call me the other night? Late? 10:12 AM
Me: Looks like 10:19 AM
Bridget: Haha don’t remember? 10:19 AM
I told you, I have a bad memory. Maybe I did order Maxim for myself after all.