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[victormakesart]

Turned twenty-two today.

Not a big deal, but my age is symmetrical now, which is pretty neat. That only happens once every eleven years.

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[text from Cole]

[backnthesaddle]

Hey, honey. Congratulations on surviving another trip around the sun!

Oh, so. What's black and white and fits around your middle knuckle and isn't actually black or white at all?

text back!

[victormakesart]

Thank you!

A tiny hugging person in a tuxedo?

Texty text!

[backnthesaddle]

Nnnno although good guess. Where are you? I wanna come give you your present in person.

textface

[victormakesart]

(That is so sweet, oh my gosh.) I can come to you. Where are you?

Re: textface

[backnthesaddle]

Running by the supermarket, actually. Picking up dinner. You in the mood for fish?

[victormakesart]

I can go for anything. I'll meet you at the apartment later? I will be there in approximately twenty-eight minutes.

[backnthesaddle]

Okay, that'd be great. Love you, sweetheart!

[victormakesart]

Love you too! <3

[backnthesaddle]

Ten minutes later:

...I think the cashier is trying to flirt with me WHAT DO I DO

[victormakesart]

YOU SHOULD WINK AT HER.

Seventeen seconds later:
She is a her, right?

[backnthesaddle]

THERE WAS WINKING WHAT NOW. And I'm not sure. It's.. it's a Jordan, with short hair, and a medium voice, and clean-shaven, if he's a dude. I CAN'T TELL.

[victormakesart]

OH MAN THAT'S FREAKING AWESOME. Now say, "How you doin'," and lean your elbow on the little table they have for signing checks.

[backnthesaddle]

Kay. Just took initiative and introduced myself. Mr(s)? has black fingernails.

[victormakesart]

FANTASTIC! Firm handshake, I hope?

Thirty-eight seconds later:
It would be inappropriate for me to suggest that my boyfriend get the cashier's number, wouldn't it?

[backnthesaddle]

/Very/, on both counts. I'll get it anyway.

One minutes later.

I HAVE HIS/HER NUMBER

[victormakesart]

I'm going to girlfriend hell. We should all have coffee sometime.