Unknown Number: I’m really sorry but it’s just not the same since we met up in real life. I think we should have kept it online xxx Delilah: I think you have the wrong number Unknown Number: Oops! How did it come across though? Too harsh? Do you think she’ll understand? Are the xxxs patronising? ‘What about meeting guys online?’ Lauren and I are mid-vigorous workout at the gym, sweat dripping from our exhausted bodies as we push them to their limits. Just kidding. We are at the gym but we’re strolling on neighbouring treadmills like a couple of Edwardian ladies taking an afternoon wander around the grounds of their picturesque estate. I’m not put off by my mishap with Dan and the five pound note. I can understand he was hurt and angry by my rejection, even if Lauren can’t. She’d been deeply troubled by the way Dan had vented his feelings. ‘How could he do this? Look, he’s scrawled all over the queen. Poor Lizzie!’ ‘It could have been worse,’ I’d pointed out.
