I texted Dorkass this week, and she called me back a few minutes later.
"Hey, was that post about me?" she demanded.
"What post?"
This post: Shall I give Karyn a third chance to cancel dinner plans at the last minute? No, I delete her from my phone.
I stared at the phone in my hand—the phone I had just used to text the person now asking if I'd deleted her from my phone.
"Is your name spelled Karyn with a y?"
"No."
"Have you stood me up for dinner a couple times?"
"No."
"Then how could it possibly be about you?"
"Just making sure."