Lauren: Anna and I have a social media relationship when we are unable to see each other.
She has relatives in from Japan this week, so I am left with no other option but to text, call, Facebook, blog, smoke signal, owl, and red-picnic cup with fishing line her.
It really is problematic.
Today I texted her about a funny conversation I overheard, see HERE, and then our conversation kept getting better and better. Ready?
(Anna's thought: I'm just sitting here, waiting for my next class, and across the hall I couldn't help but notice an obnoxious super flirt gal. Seriously. I could not help it. I would have much rather NOT noticed, and the poor kid was obviously just as anxious to get away. Then I thought, "Man. She has no clue.... do I even really have a clue?" I'll ask boss. She's all knowing.)
Anna text: So you will have to teach me the basics of flirting and approach because I realized I can't tell if a man is expressing interest or not. Sometimes I feel it is too obvious and I'm disturbed, other times I realize later that I was probably frustratingly unresponsive.
Lauren's reaction: AHHH yes. She is interested in someone in one of her classes! or something! I will give her the BEST advice ever!
Anna thought: hey. I've noticed her pulling that one before. impressive. I chose the right master.
Anna text: HAHAHAH I'm not currently in said situation, but I will take notes on your tact.
Lauren reaction: She is hopeless.
Lauren thoughts: Fine, if she isn't serious, I'm not either.
Lauren text: Oh, okay, for future. Also, cough up a fur ball. They are turned on by that.
Anna reaction: Snort. (literally. out loud.) fur ball? the cat card eh? I can flow with that.
Anna text: Oh yeah. I'm sure they love that. I suppose I should also probably occasionally slowly lick my hand as I stare them down?
Lauren text: Yes. Only after spreading peanut butter on it, though.
Anna text: Hahaha yes, imagine that. I'll just pull out one of those mini jars and spread it ALL OVER my hands, like lotion. Then slowly, seductively, lick it off. Finger by finger. As the strong smell of peanuts temps them.
Lauren text: And afterward, slowly crack, peel, and eat a hard boiled egg.
Anna text: I shouldn't be giggling in English class, bro.
Anna reaction: *giggle in English class.*
Moral of the story:
Our text conversations are never what we intend them to be.
gtg, ttyl, l8er,
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hahaha this is jacquelyn i love this because this is really what you guys do!
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