So, I wake up the other morning, get ready to go about my day, and grab my cellphone as I go out the door. Oh, look! I have a message! That's always nice, let's see who it's from...
Just Ciao? From a phone number I don't recognize? Sent at 12:10 a.m.? Okay, must be someone who got the wrong number, but for curiosity's sake, I respond...
Me: Ciao, but who are you?
Immediately, I get the following message...
Person X: I am your secret admirer!!! So, I can't tell you who I am!!!
What? What's going on here? I don't really want to have a secret admirer, thank you very much. This must be a friend playing a joke on me. So I respond...
Me: Tell me who you are or don't write anymore.
My Secret Admirer: Well, I can tell you that my name is domenico, but you don't know me, and I'm a good friend of mauro p.
Me: Who is mauro p?
My S.A.: Mauro papagna (names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent!), don't you know him??
Me: The 12-year-old boy?
My S.A.: Yes, him!!
Me: And are you 12, too?
My S.A.: No, how old are you?
Me: Who do you think you are writing to?
My S.A.: To Sara, but anyway, how old are you?
Me: 47 and I'm Danny's mother.
Let us pause here for a moment to imagine the shock and subsequent panic that this poor little boy must have felt upon realising that he is trying to flirt with an old lady, and the mother of a friend of a friend, worse yet!
My horrified S.A.: And I thought that you were a pretty girl, from what mauro told me. That bum played a joke on me, just wait till I get ahold of him!! Please forgive me, I didn't mean to bother you, forget everything, pretend it never happened. See you later!!!
Me: Don't worry...no harm done. But tell Mauro not to give my phone number out to anyone else!
Just plain Domenico: Of course, I will right away. ciao
And so we ended up where we began, with a "ciao." And no secret admirer for me! LOL!