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As soon as I got home, I went straight to bed. I did some reading and was about to catch some Z's, as they say, when my phone buzzed. "Goodnight, my lovely sister, see you Saturday, Insha'Allah," read the rather sweet text from one Bilal Kamoun. The Central African stud is something else, folks. I waited a few minutes, smiling at his text, before answering. Yes, Bilal is a very good-looking guy and he's got a lot going on for him and do I look forward to seeing him Saturday, but I like to make the fellas sweat.

"Thanks, and goodnight," I wrote back to Bilal Kamoun, before turning off my cellphone and going to sleep. I like to keep late-night texts short and sweet. For I know that when a man contacts a woman after eleven o'clock at night, his thoughts are probably less than chaste. I don't mind naughty talk with the fellas, but only after we've gotten to know each other. Not before. Those are my rules.

In the dark, alone at last, I found myself thinking about this incredible day I've had. First I meet a seriously sexy African guy who's educated, and an apparently liberal Muslim at the mall, and end up making a date with him, and then I actually have a pleasant day at work. Aside from that one client at the start of my shift, I didn't get insulted. I work in collections, as I said before, so to me, that's simply amazing. Ha! Sorry, that just doesn't happen to me. Oh, well. Perhaps my luck is turning. Met a cute guy, got a date coming up, and work was pleasant. Think happy thoughts for me, folks. Goodnight.