So, we texted....first no kisses, then a little 'x' from him which I duly picked up and ran with. We exchanged thoughts, demographics, preferences. I'm a Piscean, prone to road rage, loves Private Eye...he was the same. A mutual gasp, 130 miles apart, perhaps even the golden finger of fate nudging us together. But we still wanted to outwit, outwrite each other...after he'd listed what he looked for a woman (and, readers, naturellement I fitted his particular bill that day), I quipped back
'Do you want fries with that?'
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