I know exactly what it's like to be on the other side of those text messages sent to a same-name person.
A boy from school texted me to ask, "What's up?" and just chat. I thought it was kind of random since one of my good friends (not named Mackenzie) was "on again off again" dating him and because we'd never really said more than "Hi" in the halls.
Regardless, I talked with this boy for a minute, and then things got really weird. He asked me if I wanted to go see a movie with him and he made plans to pick me up at 8 p.m. I texted a couple of my friends to check his number because at this point I really didn't think he was meaning to talk to me.
It turned out to be his real number, so -- still over text -- I tried to drop hints of who I was, talking about my family and things that I do at school. Because once you've been talking to someone for so long, you can't just say, "Hey, do you even know who this is?"
When the conversation ended, I got ready for the movie and sat down to watch the first few minutes of a show to pass the time. Well, the show ended and this guy was a half an hour late to get me. More time passed and I felt like the pathetic girl in the movies who gets stood up.
Pretty soon this guy sent me a bunch of texts all at once. Things like "Hang on, I'm running late," "Hang on, my parents are yelling at me," "My parents just grounded me," and "I'm so sorry! I can't go out tonight."
I was so confused. Then I knew for sure that he finally realized he had mixed up Mackenzies. Good thing I had zero feelings for this guy, so no heartbreak there, but still ... it was weird.
Later, this boy's girlfriend (my friend ... not named Mackenzie) was sneaking around through his phone, reading his text messages when she figured it all out. I was definitely not the Mackenzie he meant to ask out. There was a different Mackenzie from a different school. That was the girl he thought he was talking to. The one who he thought would be waiting for him when he came to pick her up.
Needless to say, this situation created great opportunities for my friend and her boyfriend to discuss their relationship. And I was just a third-party outsider who got stuck in the middle of a same-name game.
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