I sexted a stranger
I sexted a complete stranger by mistake… then I married him!
Scrolling through my phone, my eyes started to ache.
I’d just bought myself a new mobile. And I’d spent the last few hours manually transferring across all the numbers in my phone book. ‘Done!’ I sighed, exhausted. It was 2002 – long before the days of smart phones.
After sorting out all of my contacts, I found my boyfriend’s number.
We’d only been dating for a couple of months. It was nothing serious, just a bit of fun.
Feeling flirty, I typed out a saucy sext.
I can’t wait to see you and get you into bed, I wrote. Then I hit send. Moments later, my phoned pinged.
I’m not sure who you are, but you’ve made an old man very happy, the message read. What the..?! I checked my boyfriend’s number and cringed... I’d accidentally switched the last two digits.
I’ve just sexted a complete stranger!
I realised, mortified.
Panicking, I typed out an apologetic reply.
I’m so sorry, that wasn’t meant for you, I wrote.
That’s a shame, came the cheeky response.
Before I knew it, messages were flying back and forth between the two of us.
It turned out the stranger was a man called Kim.
And he also lived in Wales, just an hour’s journey from my home.
We ended up texting each other all night.
I’m a lot older than you,
he admitted.
He was 47, I was 21.
But Kim and I got along so well, the age gap didn’t bother me.
After a few weeks, our texts turned to phone calls, and I started to get butterflies whenever I heard his voice.
This flirty stranger had sparked something in me.
And I realised that spark wasn’t there with my boyfriend, so I broke things off. Then… ‘I’d really like to meet you,’ Kim suggested.
Of course, I was apprehensive. Kim was virtually a stranger. It was before the days of Facebook, so I’d not even seen a photo of him. But, curious to meet this man who’d wooed me by text, I agreed to meet him at a busy train station.
‘I’ll be wearing a mint-green top,’ I told him.
Kim had already described himself to me.
Long light-coloured hair, tallé
I recognised him straightaway when we met.
‘Hello, stranger,’ I blushed, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
We went for a drink in a local pub and luckily we just
This flirty stranger had sparked something in me
clicked – plus, I fancied him something rotten!
Soon we were a couple, and I introduced him to my mum and dad.
I’d already told them about the age gap. Thankfully, they didn’t hit the roof!
‘As long as you’re happy, love,’ Mum said.
And I needn’t have worried – they got along brilliantly.
When things between Kim and I got more serious, I told him I wanted to have children.
He already had two grownup kids from a previous relationship. But I was desperate to be a mum.
And when I fell pregnant in 2005, Kim was over the moon.
‘I’m going to be a dad again,’ he grinned. Crystal arrived in June 2006. And a few years later, Kim popped the question.
It was Halloween 2011, and we had a few friends over for a party.
Suddenly, Kim dropped to one knee and produced a gorgeous ring.
‘Will you marry me?’ he asked.
‘Of course!’ I said.
Months on, in March 2012, I had Jessica.
With our two little girls, our family was complete.
Then, in March 2014, we tied the knot in front of our close friends and family.
It was like something from a fairytale.
‘I owe all of this to a wrong number,’ I told Kim afterwards, laughing.
But when I saw our wedding pictures, my bubble soon burst. I was horrified. ‘Look at the size of me!’ I said. I looked absolutely huge.
A size-30 and weighing 30st, I was the biggest I’d ever been.
‘When we met, I was 9½st,’ I cried to Kim. ‘How have I got so big?’
He loved me no matter what.
But I was feeling crushed. After having the girls, I’d struggled to keep the weight off.
Content and happy, I’d been eating rubbish too. Crisps were my downfall. Some days I’d scoff 24 packets one after the other.
My weight was playing havoc with my health. Even climbing the stairs left me out of puff.
When I spoke to my GP, he agreed.
‘If you don’t lose weight, you might not live to see your children grow up,’ he warned.
I’d waited so long for my happily ever after.
There was no way I was giving that up for a few packets of crisps!
Ditching the junk, I started drinking meal-replacement shakes and going on long walks.
In the first month, I shed half a stone.
Soon I joined a gym, and the pounds melted away.
Now I’m down to a size-14, and I’ve lost 16st 2lb in total. I feel incredible. Especially because I’ve had Kim rooting for me every step of the way.
It’s crazy a wrong number and an embarrassing sext led me to my fairytale future.
I’m still pinching myself now.
Some days I’d scoff 24 packets of crisps