Good God, I love my BFF!
For some unknown reason I must document this text conversation as well. (#1, here)
Me: Dude next door* is out... He smokes. That is why he's always going to his car.
Karie: bummer!
M: Though he did just introduce himself...."Steve", in case I forget. Total bummer!
K: You have dated smokers previously. :)
M: Yes but I didn't like it. They seem to be unable to tell the truth about smoking.
K: True that!
M: Are you drinking?
K: How did you know? ;)
M: You go street on me when drinking.
K: Word!
M: Is this really happening & are you wearing clothes??
K: Yes!...(really you don't need the rest of the convo)
*Dude next door = new tenant next door at work. Co-worker has been trying to play matchmaker & was convinced Dude next door* was always walking by to "catch a glimpse". Not so!
Okay, well maybe a little as a bonus to sneaking smoke breaks. He's always popping his head in our office so he's either super friendly or being a bit less nonchalant then I've been in the scoping things out area. But what do I know. I am horrible at reading signals from the opposite sex. And by horrible, I mean horrible and AWKWARD.
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