Mates, Dates and Cosmic Kisses

Wednesday night: no call.
Thursday night: no call.
Friday morning: NO CALL.

I’m going out of my mind. Perhaps he lost my number? Perhaps he put the card in his jeans and his mum washed them and it got soaked? Perhaps saying he’d phone was a way of getting rid of me? Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. It’s time to consult the stars.