Sweet baby Jebus. I’m starting to think that Pa Ingalls and the gang really missed out given that they didn’t have the electronics when they were courting their mates, shearing sheep and avoiding the consumption. Because it’s come to my recent attention that few things are as shamefully enjoyable as flirtation carried out by way of well-placed adjectives and subtle innuendo over email. God bless you, Internets.
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I’d also add that it works pretty well via text message too. hehe.
Aww! :-)
2nding the text message suggestion. Glad you’re having fun!
Are you having textual intercourse?
Post. Them.
:D
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eLocution is HOT
Wait until you discover google chat emoticons. Your heart will melt.
Um…CAN I TAKE CREDIT YET???! This could be my bestest fix-up TO DATE. No pun intended!
I need le scoopy tomorrow, first thing. I love living vicariously through my BFF.
*happy dance*
Confession: the pun was intended.
I can’t keep secrets from you.
D00D.
LTS DU IT!
LUV :J
The emails are always fun but then you show up on your date and realize that he posted pictures of himself fifteen years earlier when he was in shape, and that his actual interpersonal skills are that of a goldfish… and you end up saying things like “good on paper” and “but… the emails were so good!” and you never want to go out with him again until he sends his next email which causes you to reconsider, so you go out again and wind up in your car on the way home on your cell phone to a friend saying “I knew I should have pulled the plug on this one.”
Or at least that COULD happen.
His name was Mark and he was a lawyer. In person we talked only of astrology and back hair. It was awesome.