Psychic hotline

I'm sitting here fiddling with the computer, reading random things from my favourite publications and the phone goes "Briiiiiiiiiiiing-ing-ing" - notification of a new text message.

"Someone's thinking of me", I think - and smile to myself*. But what do I find when I check my message? An unsolicited marketing broadcast for a chatline, asking me to check out their new 'hot babes n hunks pics' service.

"No, thank you. I have a healthy online porn subscription collection which occupies every available slot on my Bookmarks list."**

Now, it's not that I'm furious about the damper on my hopes or that it costs me a bleeding S$0.50 every time I get some message I have no way of blocking in future.

It's just... how do they know I'm single? And did they have to rub it in?

Bastards.

*I get this way too when I receive mail - electronic or paper, even bills. It's nice to be remembered. **Pssscccchh.