Late night text

It all started with a late night text. 12:30 am, ding! I stopped painting my toe nails to look up at my phone as it lit up and your name flashed across the screen. I carefully placed the bahama blue coated nail brush back into the nail polish and screwed it on tight. I picked up my phone to read the text. It started with hey (winky face)  upon the start I new that this was not a good sign. Red flags were popping up in my mind. A sure sign of either a booty call or drunk text. I slowly proceeded to decipher the rest of the message that was litered with misspellings and lack of necessary punctuation. "hey ;P, u up cutie". I would not be responding,  technically i was not "up", in fact I was sitting down. In addition I had no desire to have a vapid chat with someone who only absorbed information till the age of 10 then choose to see all else as irrelevant. No sir, try somewhere else. As the minutes ticked by I couldn't stop thinking about it. I huffed, and after a painful flashback to the mere week previous to the day my boyfriend dumped me, I decided to reply. "yeah haha", what am I becoming. I looked down at my reply with embarrassment, why did I do that.