For me, that was the day I couldn’t get reach my boyfriend for a solid three hours. With 30 phone calls going unanswered and a myriad of paranoid texts sent, I stared at the phone as my head spun with all sorts of wild thoughts of what might have happened to him. I spent the entire day in preparation for my hot evening date. RIGHT ON TIMEAs the clock hit 5pm sharp, I was up and ready, throwing sass like its confetti in a décolleté little black dress and waiting for his call. I was on a mission to leave him smitten, as we sipped tantalising Champaign in celebration of our love and bliss.

Source: Daily Nation February 13, 2018 13:18 UTC