by pinback » Thu Aug 07, 2003 12:30 am
Hi Jana. Just a little note to tell you I enjoyed meeting you tonight. I relish the thought of going onto JC BBS and letting all my friends know that I didn't totally tank with you, and that I was able to keep a conversation going for an entire hour and a half without any noticeable lulls, using my conversational technique called, "Let you talk all the time."
It's obvious that it's probably not happening between us, but I also think it's helpful (for me at least) to note that it wasn't because you think you're better than me, or *I* think you're better than me, it's just, we're two, too different people. You seem very nice, and I enjoyed our time together, and I'll always chalk you up in the "good people" column, as I'd hope you'd do for me, and maybe we can be buds, and bike together or have lunch or something, that'd be great. But romance? I'm thinking probably not. But no hard feelings, huh? It was really great meeting you.
Oh, one other thing, while I've got your attention. You are one of the most stunning creatures I've ever been within twenty feet of, and are definitely the most mind-exploding chick I've ever had dinner with, alone. Those few quick lulls you experienced? That was my mind running away on the following tangent: "HOLY FUCKING SHIT. CHECK OUT WHO IS SITTING HERE TALKING TO ME."
Oh my God.
Wait till the JC guys hear about this. Hey, JC guys, if you're reading this? Take that picture I showed you and multiply it by about a zillion, babe-quality-wise. Oh my GOD.
So I guess I knew after the first three minutes that we two were doomed, Jana, because holy fucking christ on a popsicle stick. Would you be terribly offended if I drove back to the restaurant we were at and sniffed the naugahide in the booth you were sitting on? Because that's probably as close as I'm going to get to being with a woman of your absurd pulchritudinousness. I know that's not a word, bitch. There ain't no blood going to my brain, fer chrissakes. Cut me a little slack.
WOW. Wow.
Hey, JC guys, if you're still with me? Dudes, you shoulda seen it. Just the picture of me and this chick sitting at a table chatting... I would frame it and then lick it. Then I would pass it around and you would lick it too. You wouldn't even wipe it off ahead of time.
Holy lord almighty.
Sincerely,
Ben
Hi Jana. Just a little note to tell you I enjoyed meeting you tonight. I relish the thought of going onto JC BBS and letting all my friends know that I didn't totally tank with you, and that I was able to keep a conversation going for an entire hour and a half without any noticeable lulls, using my conversational technique called, "Let you talk all the time."
It's obvious that it's probably not happening between us, but I also think it's helpful (for me at least) to note that it wasn't because you think you're better than me, or *I* think you're better than me, it's just, we're two, too different people. You seem very nice, and I enjoyed our time together, and I'll always chalk you up in the "good people" column, as I'd hope you'd do for me, and maybe we can be buds, and bike together or have lunch or something, that'd be great. But romance? I'm thinking probably not. But no hard feelings, huh? It was really great meeting you.
Oh, one other thing, while I've got your attention. You are one of the most stunning creatures I've ever been within twenty feet of, and are definitely the most mind-exploding chick I've ever had dinner with, alone. Those few quick lulls you experienced? That was my mind running away on the following tangent: "HOLY FUCKING SHIT. CHECK OUT WHO IS SITTING HERE TALKING TO ME."
Oh my God.
Wait till the JC guys hear about this. Hey, JC guys, if you're reading this? Take that picture I showed you and multiply it by about a zillion, babe-quality-wise. Oh my GOD.
So I guess I knew after the first three minutes that we two were doomed, Jana, because holy fucking christ on a popsicle stick. Would you be terribly offended if I drove back to the restaurant we were at and sniffed the naugahide in the booth you were sitting on? Because that's probably as close as I'm going to get to being with a woman of your absurd pulchritudinousness. I know that's not a word, bitch. There ain't no blood going to my brain, fer chrissakes. Cut me a little slack.
WOW. Wow.
Hey, JC guys, if you're still with me? Dudes, you shoulda seen it. Just the picture of me and this chick sitting at a table chatting... I would frame it and then lick it. Then I would pass it around and you would lick it too. You wouldn't even wipe it off ahead of time.
Holy lord almighty.
Sincerely,
Ben