Thursday, October 1, 2009

"flirtexting"

Yes, that's a real term.

I actually own a book about it.

Wait, let's start from the beginning...


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One day, I turned 27. I celebrated my birthday in a beautiful, breezy park, and my friends compiled a gift basket filled with funny, random treats... including a little pink book called "flirtexting: how to text your way to his heart."

I laughed. My friend read aloud from it, and we all laughed. Oh, what joy it brought to that perfect summer day.

And THEN. And then.

One day I found myself in a predicament. Was I beginning to like a boy? Was he sending me - gasp! - flirtexts? Did I know what to say? Did I consult the book?

...to be continued...

1 comment:

Question Mark said...

THE SUSPENSE IS KILLING ME