Don’t worry, this particular Skype date doesn’t involve nudity because it was with Maggie… and she isn’t a douche bag. It was, however, going to involve a dance party, but we got too drunk. At least I think we both did–it may have just been me. I’ll save the robot and Carlton dance for next time, girlfriend.
You should probably check out Maggie if you don’t already read her blog. She’s kind of like me, but in the future. And blonde. I wonder if I’m blonde in the future?
I was pleased to find that she is just as funny and delightful in person on camera as she is in writing. I assume the second half of the conversation was just as enjoyable as the first half. I remember noodles. And her dog. And that we have the same refrigerator. I think I told like an hour-long story after that. Sorry, Maggie. The thing about Skype is that when you open a bottle of wine, the other person isn’t drinking from your bottle and then you have too much fun and drink the whole thing. Oops!
Assuming I didn’t offend you, I’d love to chat again soon! That goes for anyone else I consider a friend. Just saying. We could have a group meeting on Google about a project, maybe. Not that I have a project in mind, but if I did, that would be neat. I promise not to drink too much or take off my shirt or anything. Okay, I’m going now.
Hope everyone is having a lovely Sunday!
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