It was New Year’s Eve when our text-versations finally took a turn for the flirtatious. I was thrilled, and we made plans for a date when you finally returned from your family trip to the East Coast. We talked about going out for dinner and “finishing what we started” the last time we hung out. So imagine my disappointment when you reversed course the next morning with a really strange excuse. “So … everything I texted after 8:45 last night wasn’t me. Someone took my phone.” Like, I get it if you got tipsy and said some things you regret, or whatever. But you could’ve just said that. Why make up a weird excuse about a phone thief and disappearing texts?
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