It’s the SMS equivalent of hen’s teeth: a text from Joe. It begins:
‘Hey! I’m clearly rubbish at communicating by Facebook…’
Not as rubbish as you are at communicating by text!
‘…so I thought I’d text you instead…’
I vigrx plus directions laugh.
He goes on to suggest catching up over a drink. I compose a mental list of questions to put to him:
- Is your flatmate single?
- Why isn’t your flatmate on Facebook?
- Or LinkedIn?
He is on Google.