Nuttin'. Not a peep. No 11pm phone-chirps to let me know my mystery paramour still has the digital hots for me.
Maybe he's just playing hard to get.
Maybe it's over.
I think I've been rejected by an illiterate international scam-merchant. True, I've never met him, but it still hurts, y'know?
Lucky my phone vibrates, or I'd have no bloody use for it whatsoever.