(I've always wanted to try writing in IM/Text language, but I don't think I am quite brave enough to make it ACCURATE text language, AKA not my grammar/sentence structure ridden text jargon.)
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PrettyLady: Hey Ethan, Carl gave me your number, this is Hanna. Ya know, the one from the party on Saturday?
HandsomeGent: Oh hey! You're the one who spilled her drink all over her pants, right?
PrettyLady: ...while I could have done without the reminder, that's me! The wet pants lady.
PrettyLady: (Please, for the love of God, do NOT let that catch on)
HandsomeGent: Hahaha I'll keep that one between us, but the next one won't be free. (;
HandsomeGent: Did you have fun during your visit?
PrettyLady: Oh lord, I better work on not being dorky all the time then!
PrettyLady: And yeah, it was so much fun! Carl was a pretty great host. Kinda bummed that I had to head home so soon though.
HandsomeGent: Yeah, it's never fun to have to cut visits short. Plus it is so fun down here in the south! I bet you've fallen for a few Southern Boys in your short time!
PrettyLady: Actually...what are you doing right now?
HandsomeGent: Hangin, doing homework. What's up?
PrettyLady: Well I may or may not have just gotten Whataburger for two and may or may not want to share it with said Southern Boy.
HandsomeGent: I'll be outside in five.
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HandsomeGent: Hi Hanna!
HandsomeGent: I need to talk to you about something, i should talk to you on the phone, but this is way lamer and I'm just trying to get on your level.
PrettyLady: Serious talk over text, leggo.
HandsomeGent: Okay well there is a sigma sigma sigma who has made it abundantly clear that she likes me, but i haven't really given her a chance yet because secretly i REALLY REALLY like you. I just wish you were less perfect or lived closer to me ):
HandsomeGent: Actually I don't wish you were less perfect.
HandsomeGent: Just lived closer.
PrettyLady: Well I could try to be less perfect!
HandsomeGent: Nope. Not allowed.
PrettyLady: That's the one thing I could actually do!
PrettyLady: I could complain to you all the time about everything ever.
PrettyLady: I'll change my profile picture to sometime in 7th grade when I wore a Freak of the Week shirt at least once a week.
HandsomeGent: NO!
PrettyLady: It was a large shirt, by the way.
PrettyLady: It was extremely flattering. I didn't even belt it!
HandsomeGent: Oh my gosh.
HandsomeGent: This right here is why you're too adorable.
HandsomeGent: It's not fair.
PrettyLady: My unrelenting sarcasm is adorable?
HandsomeGent: Thats correct.
HandsomeGent: When I think about taking you seriously I just picture your stupid little grin and change my mind.
PrettyLady: Hey! I can be serious!
PrettyLady: And my grin isn't stupid!
HandsomeGent: And Grizzly Adams had a beard.
HandsomeGent: haha it totally is, it's a dead giveaway that you're laughing on the inside and its time to stop taking you seriously.
PrettyLady: Ok, that's so true.
PrettyLady: That's why I don't get it when people don't catch onto the fact that I am being sarcastic...
HandsomeGent: Not everybody understands your art form.
PrettyLady: It's truly unfortunate.
PrettyLady: And on a serious note (look at me go), if this Tri Sigma is super awesome, I would give her a shot!
HandsomeGent: She is super awesome, it's also rather conflicting.
HandsomeGent: I mean, I don't want to start hanging out with her knowing that she really likes me. I don't want to have to feel like I'm going to force anything because I know I'm not.
PrettyLady: Well yeah, don't do that. You can make it clear that right now you are just hanging out. Communication is key!
HandsomeGent: that's true.
PrettyLady: Unless you want to keep hanging out and waiting for a girl who is 8 and a half hours away and not getting any closer in the next 5-8 years.
HandsomeGent: Haha, well I know.
PrettyLady: So I dub you with my approval *dubbed*
HandsomeGent: Okay, well I'll try it and i'll just be real about it. And i'm probably going to report back to you with a full page brief.
PrettyLady: Sounds good to me.
HandsomeGent:Haha alright, I gotta go to home depot now because i filled denis' car up with gas last night but left the gas cap on the trunk. Surprisingly it's not there anymore.
PrettyLady: Oh jeez.
HandsomeGent: Well go get one, homeboy.
HandsomeGent: Haha I'm going! Thanks, Hanna. You're the best.
PrettyLady: Yeah, no problem dude.
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HandsomeGent: So...we're official.
PrettyLady: Wait, what?
HandsomeGent: Melissa and I. We're dating.
PrettyLady: Neat-o.
HandsomeGent: Hanna...
PrettyLady: I'm supes happy. It's all good. It's going to be great. SUPES happy.
HandsomeGent: Alright, cool, love the attitude.
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PrettyLady: Hey.
HandsomeGent: Hanna?
PrettyLady: That's me!
HandsomeGent: Hey, what's up? It's been forever!
PrettyLady: Yeah, unreal, right? They just grow up so quickly, amirite?
HandsomeGent: I see you haven't changed much. (:
PrettyLady: You knew I wouldn't.
PrettyLady: What's up with you? Whatcha up to?
HandsomeGent: Just a whole lot of nothing. Crackin' a beer before the game.
PrettyLady: How important is "the game" to you right now, on a scale of 1-10?
HandsomeGent: Hanna. Is this even a question? Obviously a 12.
PrettyLady: Well, I may or may not have ordered Whataburger for two and may or may not be hanging out outside...but if the game is that important...
HandsomeGent: ...is this a punk'd?
PrettyLady: I guess you'll have to check. (:
HandsomeGent: You always have had a shocking resemblance to Ashton Kutcher...
PrettyLady: The time on your offer is running out. 3...
PrettyLady: 2...
HandsomeGent: Coming. (:
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PrettyLady: Hey Ethan, Carl gave me your number, this is Hanna. Ya know, the one from the party on Saturday?
HandsomeGent: Oh hey! You're the one who spilled her drink all over her pants, right?
PrettyLady: ...while I could have done without the reminder, that's me! The wet pants lady.
PrettyLady: (Please, for the love of God, do NOT let that catch on)
HandsomeGent: Hahaha I'll keep that one between us, but the next one won't be free. (;
HandsomeGent: Did you have fun during your visit?
PrettyLady: Oh lord, I better work on not being dorky all the time then!
PrettyLady: And yeah, it was so much fun! Carl was a pretty great host. Kinda bummed that I had to head home so soon though.
HandsomeGent: Yeah, it's never fun to have to cut visits short. Plus it is so fun down here in the south! I bet you've fallen for a few Southern Boys in your short time!
PrettyLady: Actually...what are you doing right now?
HandsomeGent: Hangin, doing homework. What's up?
PrettyLady: Well I may or may not have just gotten Whataburger for two and may or may not want to share it with said Southern Boy.
HandsomeGent: I'll be outside in five.
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HandsomeGent: Hi Hanna!
HandsomeGent: I need to talk to you about something, i should talk to you on the phone, but this is way lamer and I'm just trying to get on your level.
PrettyLady: Serious talk over text, leggo.
HandsomeGent: Okay well there is a sigma sigma sigma who has made it abundantly clear that she likes me, but i haven't really given her a chance yet because secretly i REALLY REALLY like you. I just wish you were less perfect or lived closer to me ):
HandsomeGent: Actually I don't wish you were less perfect.
HandsomeGent: Just lived closer.
PrettyLady: Well I could try to be less perfect!
HandsomeGent: Nope. Not allowed.
PrettyLady: That's the one thing I could actually do!
PrettyLady: I could complain to you all the time about everything ever.
PrettyLady: I'll change my profile picture to sometime in 7th grade when I wore a Freak of the Week shirt at least once a week.
HandsomeGent: NO!
PrettyLady: It was a large shirt, by the way.
PrettyLady: It was extremely flattering. I didn't even belt it!
HandsomeGent: Oh my gosh.
HandsomeGent: This right here is why you're too adorable.
HandsomeGent: It's not fair.
PrettyLady: My unrelenting sarcasm is adorable?
HandsomeGent: Thats correct.
HandsomeGent: When I think about taking you seriously I just picture your stupid little grin and change my mind.
PrettyLady: Hey! I can be serious!
PrettyLady: And my grin isn't stupid!
HandsomeGent: And Grizzly Adams had a beard.
HandsomeGent: haha it totally is, it's a dead giveaway that you're laughing on the inside and its time to stop taking you seriously.
PrettyLady: Ok, that's so true.
PrettyLady: That's why I don't get it when people don't catch onto the fact that I am being sarcastic...
HandsomeGent: Not everybody understands your art form.
PrettyLady: It's truly unfortunate.
PrettyLady: And on a serious note (look at me go), if this Tri Sigma is super awesome, I would give her a shot!
HandsomeGent: She is super awesome, it's also rather conflicting.
HandsomeGent: I mean, I don't want to start hanging out with her knowing that she really likes me. I don't want to have to feel like I'm going to force anything because I know I'm not.
PrettyLady: Well yeah, don't do that. You can make it clear that right now you are just hanging out. Communication is key!
HandsomeGent: that's true.
PrettyLady: Unless you want to keep hanging out and waiting for a girl who is 8 and a half hours away and not getting any closer in the next 5-8 years.
HandsomeGent: Haha, well I know.
PrettyLady: So I dub you with my approval *dubbed*
HandsomeGent: Okay, well I'll try it and i'll just be real about it. And i'm probably going to report back to you with a full page brief.
PrettyLady: Sounds good to me.
HandsomeGent:Haha alright, I gotta go to home depot now because i filled denis' car up with gas last night but left the gas cap on the trunk. Surprisingly it's not there anymore.
PrettyLady: Oh jeez.
HandsomeGent: Well go get one, homeboy.
HandsomeGent: Haha I'm going! Thanks, Hanna. You're the best.
PrettyLady: Yeah, no problem dude.
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HandsomeGent: So...we're official.
PrettyLady: Wait, what?
HandsomeGent: Melissa and I. We're dating.
PrettyLady: Neat-o.
HandsomeGent: Hanna...
PrettyLady: I'm supes happy. It's all good. It's going to be great. SUPES happy.
HandsomeGent: Alright, cool, love the attitude.
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PrettyLady: Hey.
HandsomeGent: Hanna?
PrettyLady: That's me!
HandsomeGent: Hey, what's up? It's been forever!
PrettyLady: Yeah, unreal, right? They just grow up so quickly, amirite?
HandsomeGent: I see you haven't changed much. (:
PrettyLady: You knew I wouldn't.
PrettyLady: What's up with you? Whatcha up to?
HandsomeGent: Just a whole lot of nothing. Crackin' a beer before the game.
PrettyLady: How important is "the game" to you right now, on a scale of 1-10?
HandsomeGent: Hanna. Is this even a question? Obviously a 12.
PrettyLady: Well, I may or may not have ordered Whataburger for two and may or may not be hanging out outside...but if the game is that important...
HandsomeGent: ...is this a punk'd?
PrettyLady: I guess you'll have to check. (:
HandsomeGent: You always have had a shocking resemblance to Ashton Kutcher...
PrettyLady: The time on your offer is running out. 3...
PrettyLady: 2...
HandsomeGent: Coming. (: