The Rebound Game

Twelve

I most certainly did not expect him to text back immediately. Life is not fair, if it were me I would have taken three business days to get a neutral reply.
     
That's a sight I am looking forward to. Send me your full names, email address, phone number and street address.

  At this point, I read out the message to my companion who has gone awfully quiet. I hope she is not thinking about Eddie.

" Text him the details but not now, next month. Right now make it sound like you were kidding. We don't want him to create a fake ID and use your name to commit crime or use the information for cyber robbery. If he brings it up a future date, lets say a month from now, send them without any hesitation."
    
"Okay. So the moral lesson is that I have to assume the worst of him during this probation period?"
       
"Yes. You finally pierced it together. Mama is proud," Shirley high fives me.
       
I bite my bottom lip and play with my thumbnails as I try to type something clever.

 Tempting. But you would have to convince me that you wouldn't use the information to hunt me down and kidnap me for sex trade.

 Backspace, Katie we do not want the innocent man to know you have watched too many documentaries about slavery and murder.

 Yes. That would be lovely but I should have mentioned that I am a nun.

Not bad, but he would see through that. Alternatively, he would believe me and be rendered to think having my number is useless and he would never speak to me again. And I really want the lingerie. Or you know, if he could wire me the money and I buy for myself if he can't decide. After all its quite difficult to determine a girls size by simply looking at her pictures.

  All the brain cells finally agree that this is neither witty nor defensive but at least it is original:
      
Here's a novel idea, fly to Kenya and see me in person.

 With that, I go offline and put my persuasion skills into use.  But not before finding my lighter, I seriously need to buy nicotine gum if I'm going to survive this crap.

Shirley eventually agrees that Monday is a bitch anyway, she would rather spend it hangover than making calls to clients.

***
     
 I am woken up by the most irritating sound of a phone ringing. The ringtone, Mama by Jonas Blue cannot be mistaken. So since the damn phone made it home, where is it? I stretch my aching arms to pick it from under the bed. I check the caller ID and it's none other than my older sister.
    
"So, I have great news!" Annie shouts in  my ear and I go temporarily dumb.
   
 I immediately regret not turning off my phone. How do people our age manage to be this extra cheerful at six freaking a.m?

" I am in a dire need of fourteen hours of sleep. It better be worth interrupting my sleep, woman."
   
 "You wouldn't believe the night I had! And I tried calling you severally, is ignoring calls your newfound hobby?"

     "Get to the fucking point or I'll hang up."

    She knows me better to know I am not kidding. It's really frustrating for someone to keep in you in suspense when they could just spill it. What difference would it make by holding it back longer verses simply breaking the news? I don't get what the fuss is all about when its clear as day it is bound to generate the same reaction.
   
"Justin proposed. Unbelievable, right? We had a candle lit dinner outside our favorite restaurant and he was there looking absolutely breathtaking in fitting three piece suit he wore to our cousin Myra's..."