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So you wonder why I deleted my account? Here's why:
You message me; I freak out and get all twitterpated.
We have dinner; It's the single best night since I've moved to the East Coast. You touch me and I touch you back, we stare into each other's eyes, the couple next to us is visably jealous of our youthful fling, we agree to meet again. I message you, saying I want to see you soon.
You take an ungodly amount of time to respond; I freak out and think you aren't interested. I check my phone every five minutes to see if you've responded. You don't.
You message me again; I freak out and get all twitterpated. I write back.
You take an ineffably long time to respond; meanwhile I freak out and think I am worthless, bald, and will never find love. I write back. I check my phone every five minutes to see if you've responded. You don't.
You message me again; meanwhile I freak out, take a swig, and get all twitterpated. I write back.
You take an intolerably long time to respond; meanwhile I think you've lost interest, want to die, and delete my account for my own sanity's sake. I get over you.
You text me tonight, noting that I deleted my account, and ruin everything. You know what? You're an elitist bastard who is the most charming, intelligent, attractive dick I have ever met, and you actually like me. I respond. How about dinner again? Shall we start the charade over? OK, just for you.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DAVyGJGMbno&feature=related
You message me; I freak out and get all twitterpated.
We have dinner; It's the single best night since I've moved to the East Coast. You touch me and I touch you back, we stare into each other's eyes, the couple next to us is visably jealous of our youthful fling, we agree to meet again. I message you, saying I want to see you soon.
You take an ungodly amount of time to respond; I freak out and think you aren't interested. I check my phone every five minutes to see if you've responded. You don't.
You message me again; I freak out and get all twitterpated. I write back.
You take an ineffably long time to respond; meanwhile I freak out and think I am worthless, bald, and will never find love. I write back. I check my phone every five minutes to see if you've responded. You don't.
You message me again; meanwhile I freak out, take a swig, and get all twitterpated. I write back.
You take an intolerably long time to respond; meanwhile I think you've lost interest, want to die, and delete my account for my own sanity's sake. I get over you.
You text me tonight, noting that I deleted my account, and ruin everything. You know what? You're an elitist bastard who is the most charming, intelligent, attractive dick I have ever met, and you actually like me. I respond. How about dinner again? Shall we start the charade over? OK, just for you.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DAVyGJGMbno&feature=related