| So I was running through my phone and I had the greatest idea ever. It all begins with me rummaging through my phone looking for someone who was hot enough to text while I was bored. I looked through my facebook contacts to a girl I didn't know. She was smoking hot, wearing a bikini in her profile picture, had tons of sexy photos, especially with her friends. So I figured I would send her something random and start a conversation.
Here it goes
Sherlock Holmes in italics included.
(I texted her from her number that I got off of facebook)
Me:There is nothing hotter than a woman with sexed up hair clinching her nail in your back moaning "oh baby talk nerdy to me" (Credit to someone on this forum using that as a status on facebook.)
HB10:Um... Who is this?
Me: 1h46m later A modeling agent.
HB10:Name...?
Me:Actually I'm a freelance photographer, not an agent haha. I'm a senior at _ _. If your interested, I need to test out my new camera soon.
HB10:Name?
Me:Thomas.
HB10: 30m later Gtf (And you think i'm gonna let that slide.)
Me:Damn your a feisty one (Retaliate)
HB10: You like that huh I got that ☐ inside me! (Probably thinking I had an iPhone, sending me one of those silly characters on the iPhone that I didn't have.)
Me:Yeah. It tells me you have a personality behind your looks. (Ohucleva Thomas, ucleva.)
HB10:Are you a choo choo train? (Oh no you did-ant bitch.)
Me:Chugga chugga choo cho all day long (Retailiate)
HB10: ☐ (There you go with those gay iphone symbols again.)
HB10: 8===☐===>
☐ Oh my, what do i do now?
☐
Me:I don't have an iPhone I don't know what that is. (Retaliate)
HB10:Well I guess we can't meet up then... I was gonna FaceTime you naked too lathered in cocoa butter! (Two can play at this game.)
Me:You know I was actually being serious about the photography...and that sounds lovely, haha RETALIATE/DISCOMBOBULATE.
HB10: Text me on my other phone then XXXYYYZZZZ
HB10: If that's cool (Prognosis: Interested.)
Second Phone:
Me: No Problemo
Incoming call, from HB10.
Call denied.
Me: Call me next wednesday. (You're the chef now.)
HB10: K sweetheart (Egg scrambling, for alphafemale) "K"
Me:If it all goes well, tell your friends (Grits added to plate)
HB10: Oh I willll (Bread and butter, perhaps?)
Prognosis: One egg scrambled, discombobulated, grits added. Butter spread on bread.
Breakfast is SERVED.[/b]
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