Tuesday, November 23, 2004
A new attempt...
...or at least I want to look at it as such.
You see, The Fiancé forgot to save the hostess' cell phone number into his phone, so soon after Halloween the internal memory of his cell erased her number by replacing it with others in his call history, and gone it was.
The only other place he had it saved in was his old and defunct cell phone, which we couldn't find for the life of us, when we turned the house upside down in its pursuit. That means: wait for her to eventually call him, which happens about once every two or three months.
Hence my desperation of never getting to see Jo again, at least not in any timely manner.
That is, until I had this sudden flash of ingenuity, and I suggested to look through our detailed cell phone invoice online, which would reveal the hostess' phone number to us, if The Fiancé were able to remember at least a few digits of it, or would recognize it on sight.
And lo and behold - he did.
Now he just left a message with her, and I hope we can manage to set up another get-together, or for him to sneak Jo's number from her, in order for me to be too chicken shit to call her. Yay!
You see, The Fiancé forgot to save the hostess' cell phone number into his phone, so soon after Halloween the internal memory of his cell erased her number by replacing it with others in his call history, and gone it was.
The only other place he had it saved in was his old and defunct cell phone, which we couldn't find for the life of us, when we turned the house upside down in its pursuit. That means: wait for her to eventually call him, which happens about once every two or three months.
Hence my desperation of never getting to see Jo again, at least not in any timely manner.
That is, until I had this sudden flash of ingenuity, and I suggested to look through our detailed cell phone invoice online, which would reveal the hostess' phone number to us, if The Fiancé were able to remember at least a few digits of it, or would recognize it on sight.
And lo and behold - he did.
Now he just left a message with her, and I hope we can manage to set up another get-together, or for him to sneak Jo's number from her, in order for me to be too chicken shit to call her. Yay!
