It all started with an sms that I received earlier this week:
"This Sat 6.30pm dinner at my place."
"Okayyy... But would you be kind enough to let me know who tis is?"
"Phyllis"
"Hi Phyllis, I would love to join you for dinner tis w'end but unfortunately, I've already got plans and oh, I think you've got the wrong number ;)"
If it was a guy, I have a feeling that I would've asked him for his home address.
After all, who am I to say no to an invitation from a man who can cook?
"The man who smiles when things go wrong has thought of someone to blame it on." - Robert Bloch
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