It was a text message from a number I don't ever remember seeing in my phone book.

The area code, after totally Googling it, was from California. And for, like, the majority of my day I kept going through the alphabet of my head. You know, the game you play when you try to remember someone's name? "A", no name doesn't start with that, "B" nope. "C"... until you hope you randomly just remember the name.

But that didn't happen.

I kept trying to think. California? Who's in California that would have my number. But they miss me. Why do they miss me? If they missed me, wouldn't the call? I always save numbers in my phone. Why didn't I save this one?

Within in a few hours, I got another text message that read: "Do you miss me?"

I couldn't figure out who it was, now, I had to figure out who it was and admit whether I missed them or not?

I went back and forth: How do I do this? Do I say I miss them? Do I ask who it is? Do I just ignore it? I started playing the alphabet game again. Then I tried to see if any of my friends had recently moved to California and sent one of those mass texts/emails that announces their new number that I never got a chance to saving in my phone. It's so rude to so many people to not have their number saved in the phone. Trust me. I've made this boo boo. I literally, kinda sorta, lost a friend because of it. OK. It was a boyfriend of a friend who was offended that I didn't save his number... but I didn't the relationship was going to last...and he didn't know how to spell when he texted and it just bugs me when people don't how to spell when they text and it bugs me when people text big questions when I don't know where the big questions are coming from!

"I miss you too, I think?"

I knew it wasn't the most, well, endearing answer... but I figured it would get a response and I'd gather more clues about who it was. I mean, I wasn't going to call and ask. That would be weird. Playing "passive aggressive phone number deciphering" is much more mature.

"You guess? Wow. Thanks."

Nothing! No clues. Just offense. I tried to think of something else I could ask in response. I got so close to just doing it. Just asking it. "Who are you!" I mean, maybe this could be some sort of perfect soul mate! Maybe my future soul mate was trying to get in touch with me! Maybe my soul mate was a text away! Maybe I was so close. Maybe this was the moment. That one moment that I would look back and tell all my friends and family: Yup, it all started with a text when he remembered me. I could be totally passing up the love of my life because I'm too scared to admit I didn't save the number. And just, just in that moment, I was going to do it. When...

"God, Ben, glad you feel the same...ouch."

It was a wrong number.

Definitely, a miss. Just a different kind.