maccaroniandcheese: You said, "See you later"?

hazza: Yeah.

maccaroniandcheese: That's bad.

hazza: Yeah.

maccaroniandcheese: She probably thinks you're weird now.

hazza: Yeah.

maccaroniandcheese: Is that all you're going to say?

hazza: Yeah.

hazza: I feel like a loser.

maccaroniandcheese: No, no, Geo. You shouldn't feel like a loser; you are a loser.

hazza: Thanks, Paul.

maccaroniandcheese: You're welcome.

hazza: You always make me feel so much better.

maccaroniandcheese: That's why I'm here.

hazza: I'm probably not going to message her anymore.

maccaroniandcheese: What?!?

maccaroniandcheese: You're going to give up?

maccaroniandcheese: Your parents always tell you not give up! It's kind of the Harrison thing.

hazza: I might be creeping her out.

maccaroniandcheese: Naw. She could think your awkwardness was extremely cute. Some girls go for that.

maccaroniandcheese: And others go for long eyelashes and the face of an angel.

hazza: -_-

maccaroniandcheese: What's that supposed to mean?

hazza: I don't know; I thought it looked distinguished-like.

hazza: So you're saying, message her again?

maccaroniandcheese: I don't know. You might just want to let her come to you.

hazza: That's what John said.

maccaroniandcheese: Oh, er, well, if John said that, maybe you should do something different.

hazza: You think John is bad at advice?

maccaroniandcheese: I know he's bad at advice. He's also bad with women.

hazza: Yeah, I know.

maccaroniandcheese: You don't want to take advice from someone who gave a girl a cheeseburger for her birthday.

hazza: Well, some girls might appreciate that.

maccaroniandcheese: Yeah, the fat ones.

hazza: Paul, it doesn't matter what you look like on the outside.

maccaroniandcheese: *gasp*

maccaroniandcheese: Then what matters? What am I left with then?

hazza: Who you are on the inside.

maccaroniandcheese: Oh, God, no. My insides are ugly.

hazza: I mean your personality and who you are as a person, you sod.

maccaroniandcheese: No girl cares about that. They only like my eyelashes and my good looks!

hazza: -_-

hazza: I'm done talking to you.

maccaroniandcheese: Love you!

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loveshackB-52: He acted really sweet.

moves_like_jagger: There is no such thing as a sweet boy. Believe me, hon.

loveshackB-52: He just seemed so sweet.

moves_like_jagger: Uh-huh. Seen that before.

loveshackB-52: Will you please say something that's positive?

moves_like_jagger: I don't know what you want me to say, Lovie.

moves_like_jagger: Yay, a great, sweet boy messaged you!

moves_like_jagger: Now you can have a virtual wedding and have virtual children!

loveshackB-52: You're so sarcastic, Jess.

moves_like_jagger: I'm right, though.

moves_like_jagger: How are you ever going to meet him when he lives in England and you're in Hawaii?

loveshackB-52: I don't know . . .

moves_like_jagger: You also don't know if he's legit.

loveshackB-52: Legit? Really?

moves_like_jagger: He could be a creepy fifty-year-old stalker-man.

loveshackB-52: He talked like a teenage boy.

moves_like_jagger: That doesn't prove anything.

loveshackB-52: I've never met you.

loveshackB-52: How do I know you're not a creep fifty-year-old stalker-man?

moves_like_jagger: Because our relationship is different. We've talked on here for the last two years, Lovie. You just "met" this guy yesterday.

loveshackB-52: Do you think I should message him?

moves_like_jagger: No. Let him message you again first. You don't want to appear needy for a boyfriend.

loveshackB-52: I don't even know if I want him to be my boyfriend.

moves_like_jagger: Oh, shut up. You know you do.

loveshackB-52: No, I don't.

moves_like_jagger: Yes, you do.

loveshackB-52: No, I don't!

moves_like_jagger: Yes! You! Do!

moves_like_jagger: He likes classic rock and ukuleles! It's the perfect guy for you!

moves_like_jagger: . . . all the way in England.

loveshackB-52: I'm crying.

moves_like_jagger: Here's a virtual tissue.

loveshackB-52: Thanks.

moves_like_jagger: No problem.

loveshackB-52: Do you ever think about love, Jess?

moves_like_jagger: No.

moves_like_jagger: But I do think of making out with Mick Jagger a lot.

loveshackB-52: That's disgusting.

moves_like_jagger: No, it's not!

loveshackB-52: He's at least sixty years older than you!

moves_like_jagger: That doesn't mean anything!

moves_like_jagger: He's still sexy!

loveshackB-52: Bye, Jess.

moves_like_jagger: Am I running you off?

loveshackB-52: Yes.

moves_like_jagger: Oh, good, now Mick and I can have some alone time.

loveshackB-52: I just threw up a little in my mouth.

moves_like_jagger: :)