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And I giggle...

The things that happen in my world sometimes amaze me. Take last night for instance. Jordin and I are at Wally World picking up so kitty food, a pair of shoes for Jordin and munchies. My phone rings. I do not recognize the number so I don't answer it. I always do that. I get home and think nothing of it. Actually...I completely forgot it.

I'm sitting in my recliner because us old folks need those and I am reading a text when I thought..."Oh...I just wonder who it was that called me?". So...I send a text. "Who is this?". I get a text back "I think I called the wrong person but do you know T.?" WHAT???? T is a good friend of mine. Ok...now this is getting weird. We continue texting for awhile and then I decide to call T. I asked her if she knew him and said she did and that he was a very nice man with a great sense of humor. I grinned. Oh really??? John, the wrong number man, and I texted for a bit longer and then he asked me if I would like to go to dinner on Sunday. Seriously!!! He did. Thankfully he has a Facebook and I got to see what he looks like. No complaints at all. He is a handsome man, single and 45. I'm meeting him Sunday at 6:30 for dinner at a new restaurant here in town. I trust T so I'm not too worried.

So...leave it to me to find a date from a wrong number. *grin*

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