If you don’t enter the correct password on your blackberry 5 times, it erases all your information. ALL OF IT.

So the other night I get a text.. “Dinner at my place this weekend? I’ll cook, you bring the wine.”

In a normal circumstance where I am in a committed relationship or dating one person, I would easily know who this text was from. A) I might recognize the number of B) Nobody else would be texting me.

I scoured my brain for an answer. Was it a girl or a boy? Hmmm… none of my girlfriends really cook so … shit, must be a boy. 310. LA .. great. no clue like 808 (Hawaii), 206 (Seattle), 602 (Phoenix), 626 (Dena), 949 (OC) or 323 (Hollywood). Shit. On. Me.

I replied – sorry, lost all my blackberry information, who is this? To which I received a response of “Who do you think it is?” Shit!! I don’t know! If I knew, I wouldn’t be fucking asking!! I eventually got some snide remark that revealed the mister behind the text. Too bad I already had plans. Oh well, next time.

Lesson learned.. I think.