<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9EwU4iX.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Steffy – CC</span></strong> </div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">I’m caught off-guard when Jaclyn (I think it’s Jaclyn) asks me about her phone.  <br/><br/>Have I matured?  Do people think of me as knowing such things now?  I mean it feels like I seemingly, frequently, ask the ‘have you seen my’ question.  A lot.  I’m even accustomed to the eye-roll when I ask (perhaps too frequently but I don’t want to be too harsh on myself).<br/><br/>There’s a back-and-forth on what to do with a payment and I suspect that Peter is plotting each step of the way with that and the rest of the conversation.<br/><br/>Now, can humor hurt the situation?  I don’t over-worry that question.  It seems that making friends with the one girl (I’d say the true Jaclyn is already a major friend) can’t hurt.  “See your phone?  . . .  So redheads* have placement issues as well?  I see. ”  (Smile). <br/><br/><em>*(thought, not said) i.e. redheads with big boobs</em><br/><br/>(Bigger smile).  “I have no idea where it might be.  Would you like to use my phone to call yours?  Maybe it’s waiting for a call by whomever found it.” <br/></span></span>