Cosmo Landesman

Do you know a flake fatale?

No shows. Repeat cancellations. Wrecked plans. And all excused by ‘flakiness’

It was the third time in a row that she had cancelled our date for drinks. The first time she’d forgotten. The second time she remembered a previous engagement and the third time she claimed she’d got the dates mixed up. The next day I got the text she always sends: ‘Sorry darling, I’m such a flake!’

I used to have friends.

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