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So it appears that Annoying Scrote who is my boss (aka: Chavvette) has given my phone number to the Night Baker. Impressed? Non.

text conversation as follows:

NB: Why the no-show on Thrusday night? Or did you just forget my address? N x

Jen: No. I was at home. Waiting for my valentines card.

NB: If you'd have popped round you may have got more than just a card.... are you busy this evening? x


Jen: I'm a classy lady. It takes atleast dinner before I meet your mother.

NB: You wouldn't meet her, she'd be as some other guys house. If dinner is what you're after then what time do you want to eat and where? xx

Jen:Not tonight. And no, not tomorrow either. You will have to content yourself with my conditional offer of friendship.Though, your persistance is flattering.

NB: conditional eh? and the condition being? Besides, dinner would only have been friendship bassed.. i don't know why you'd assume other intentions of me! x

Jen: Becasue you hold my gaze for a little too long. And freindship is conditional on The Rules (tm). Which i shall be creating and changing as i go along. :-P

NB: :-) look at you trying to retain control. So much like that ex.. I'm afraid to say that your predictability renders you powerless. I expect you not to give in.

Jen: Now that's a shame. Obviously I would not want to shatter your fragile dreams by acting outside the preverbial box and offering a meeting for coffee tomorrow. Becasue, you know that if you challange my authority i'll swap sides and go to the other extreme - just to keep you on your toes. Remind me? Who's predictable?

NB: Oooh fiesty! so coffee tomorrow.. What time and where? x

Jen: No.