From Jessica: I actually was on Bourbon St. about a year and a half prior to this text, but I surely knew that I did not talk, nor give my number to this fellow. A.) He’s not my type. B.) I wouldn’t be caught dead playing beer pong. I have had this number for 4+ years, so he was obviously given a fake by the girl he hoped to reach. You can’t tell by the tiny picture, but apparently he got his tattoo on opposite day, seeing as it looks like a tramp stamp on his stomach. Ewww. Just ewww.