Misfit_Bassist:
Guess ;)
Is this really my sad attempt at flirting?
XoXo:Candi:XoXo:
Haha, okay. Umm… drummer?
She can't be serious? Do I look like I would play the drums?
Misfit_Bassist:
Seriously? Haha, no, try again.
XoXo:Candi:XoXo:
JK. I'm going to have to say… The bass…
Misfit_Bassist:
Second guess… Not bad.
XoXo:Candi:XoXo:
Yeah… I can just read people. That, and your username kind of gives you away.
Misfit_Bassist:
*Note to self: change my username so I can be more mysterious to pretty girls.
What the hell was that?
XoXo:Candi:XoXo:
You think I'm pretty? Whoa, calm down. If you keep telling me all of your secrets, your plan to be mysterious won't work…
Misfit_Bassist:
Oh damn. You're right. I'll have to try harder next time we talk, lol
XoXo:Candi:XoXo:
Don't try too hard…
Misfit_Bassist:
Oh, and why is that?
XoXo:Candi:XoXo:
I have my reasons…
Misfit_Bassist:
Now look who's being mysterious…
Candi and I talk for hours, but it only seems like minutes. Most people would say it's idle conversation, unimportant little facts you say to get to know someone. To me, they're like little details that will be engraved on the steel trap of my mind. Her favorite color, for instance, is pink. No surprise there. What she reaches for in the cooler section of Speedway: a Strawberry Banana SoBe. Finally, maybe the most important fact of the day: what she orders from Taco Bell. A Mexican Pizza with Sierra Mist and cinnamon twists.We get the same things. That can't be a normal coincidence.
