Ok, so I got a set going on myspace. I think it's going pretty good but I feel I'm gunna lose steam soon, so any help would be a plus.
Me:
Hey punk, do me a fav and tell that girl in the mirror that she has a nice smile but we gotta do sumthing bout them fingernails
Her:
Wat??
Me:
umm dont worry I guess? But while I have your attention, I need a female’s perspective on something… My friend met this girl at a party I threw, and they really hit it off. They wound up hooking up on the first night, and he even hung out with her over the next week. So he's up visiting her in Seattle last week, and they're out on a walk. He takes a few pictures of them together. Like really cute ones with them together. Some of them they're just hanging out, and a few of them they're like kissing or whatever while they're out walking on Alki beach.
Anyway, the next morning he wakes up, and checks his camera. He looks at the pictures, and he sees that she's woken up before him and gone into it and deleted the pictures where they're kissing, and left the ones where they're just hanging out. He goes to her and says 'Are you psycho? Why are you going into my camera?' She says it’s because she thought she looked bad in the pictures, and didn't want him to have them. But he can't figure out if she's psycho or if it’s legit that for girls they just hate having pictures out there where she doesn't look good. He just really liked them because he likes her and doesn't judge the pics like that. Lol kinda random but what do you think?
Her:
I think she juz doesn't want him to post em up for people to see. She hidin something from him or maybe he's juz a fuck... tada...
Me:
youre like a tall version of dr. phil.
Her:
5ft??
Me:
omg, its called sarcasm.
Her:
Who r u anywayz?
(I thought I lost it here, but no)
Me:
Brandon, a random stranger.. Do you always reply to random boys? Who are you? and what's your story? the interesting version.
Her:
Random stranger huh? Well do u alwayz write to random strangers? I'm (name)...a lost woman... moved from a place I call home to a place where people stare at me like imma convict... hahahaha
Me:
haha you're not a convict are you?? So why would moving make you feel lost? I'm not a punching bag but I guess I'll let you tell me haha... Where was home? Oh, and hi (name)!
Her:
No I'm not no convict... well I don't wanna use u as a punchin bag so I won't tell u den haha
Me:
I'm glad your not a convict, cuz I'm a good boy
and I don't want you corrupting me. And no no no, I asked so you gotta tell me. Follow the rules (her name).
Her:
Well holey moley haha
Gudd boy?
Yeh sureee....
Lol
I'm lost cuz I don't have mah friends... its sad without em
Home was a small town in iowa hahaha
Me:
Oh no! a small town girl?? Small town girls are NEVER good girls
I've heard stories.. and of course i'm a good boy
why don't you believe me!
Her:
Haha I amm totally a qudd qirl haha
I don't believe yhu cuz u write to random stranqerz haha jk
Me:
hahah yeah right, I bet you can't say "I am totally a good girl" with a straight face!
and I might have wrote a random stranger, but who replied to one? thought so! Anyway dork, I'm about to go grab a Starbucks, so try and think of 3 questions to ask me so I can answer them when I get back.
Her:
Haha w.e :p
Hahaha meeeee itz juz replyinq... u started it haha
1.how long are ur eyelashes?
2.do you wear socks to sleep?
3.do u smell ur food before u eat it?
Hahaha ;]
(THE END)
So I'm feeling like I'm running out of things to say, what would you guys do? I need some advice asap, I'm yet to reply to her last msg.
CHAT