SO WE ARE HAVING A PERFECTLY GOOD AIM CONVERSATION UNTIL........

ME: You're an eighteen year old piece of eclectic genius with a British accent. How come you can't seem to sack a girl?

HIM: They're all duds.

ME: What, the girls?

HIM: That and the rest of the country... the world acturally

ME: Way to stay optimistic, broody boy. :D

HIM: I'm sorry If I seem paranoid, but I never get the ones I like.

ME: What ones do you find admirable??

HIM: Ones that sing me silly songs, are addicted to energy drinks & starbucks and write poetry in the side columns of a piece of notebook paper.

ME: I think I know a girl that fits into that category quite perfectly.

HIM: Too bad she's scared.

ME: Scared of what?

HIM: Loving me.

and i ask myself... am I??? and why??  anyways after this i played chicken and i immideately came up with hundreds of things to do. :/