Lol! No you're not.
The husband wrote me at 10am, "We would love to hang out with you tonight! Dinner. Drinks. Lingerie shopping. We can host at our house. Whatever you want to do."
Great. I have a beautiful bottle of red vino. I just wanted to share this wine and play. That's all.
Work got cancelled. I was in the Valley. No big deal.
We swap numbers.
The husband texts me for a few hours during the course of the day. "I get off work 3pm. Wifey gets off work 6pm. We know a lingerie store by our house, we know the owner, she'll stay open a little longer just for us, but only if you will for sure show up, and not flake!"
Of course I'll show up. Just tell me where and when.
"Ok" he says, "The wifey gets home by 7pm. I'll text you after I talk with her, and let you know the time and place to meet. But promise me you won't flake!"
I won't flake I promise.
"Ok. Talk in a little bit." he says back.
It's now 9:54pm.
Haven't heard from him since.
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