I was sitting at home wrapped in my pizza fleece blanket. ( A present from my youngest neice. It could've been worse. Unicorns maybe!) I was trying to sort out the accounts for the drama club I was part of.

Suddenly my phone beeped. It was a text.

<Thursday 19:00>

Dave. Where the hell were you? It’s Lizzy We were supposed to be meeting up tonight. Pizza remember. I don't appreciate being stood up.

I looked at this and stared.

Who the hell is this? I don't recognise your number?

READ Delivered.

<Thursday. 19:07>

Dave. Don’t give me that. I know this is you. You gave me your number after our first date. This is it.

I was totally confused.

When did this date take place?

READ Delivered

<Thursday. 19:15>

Wtf? You can’t even remember Monday night. We had a lovely meal. You paid for it.

I thought for a moment.

That couldn’t have been me. I was getting over food poisoning.

READ Delivered

A few moments later a response came back.

<Thursday 19:35>

Well if it wasn’t you DAVE, who the hell did I go

out with?

This got me thinking.

I’m about to ask you something very strange. What do I look like? Please think very carefully

READ Delivered.

Nothing happened. Maybe I’d put her off. Then

I saw the three floating dots accompanied buy the strange noise as she was replying.

I had a strange feeling I knew exactly what was happening. If I was right someone would be getting thrown head first in to a freezing cold bath.

“You better know how to grovel. You little sod!”

<Thursday 19.55>

You’re six, foot four. Blonde hair. You have bright blue eyes and a scar on your left cheek. You wore jeans ripped at the knees, not my thing really but what the hey. You had a gremlins t-shirt on under a black leather jacket.

Then it hit me. My brother had been trying to set me up with blind dates ever since I dumped my ex for cheating. He said he was meeting someone and that she was really nice. He also said I’d like her.

This was where I was so glad weren’t face to face. My cheeks felt like furnaces.

OMG. I know exactly what’s happened Lizzie. My brother’s being trying to help me hook up. Things haven’t gone too well with my relationships soo….

I breathed in hard as I continued …..

he’s become my unofficial matchmaker!

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<Thursday 20:15>

So you’re telling me I went out with your brother so he could set me up with you?

That’s the long and the short of it. Look if you’d call me I can explain all this..

READ Delivered

Everything went quiet. Then the phone rang. It was Lizzy. We chatted for and hour. To cut a long story short, we’re meeting up for a meal on Sunday.

As for my brother … he’s still getting a freezing cold bath. But I promise I’ll thank him afterwards.