Ok we are drag racing. Burning our slicks. Which one of us will crash first. Ok let's admit it, she is Televised and I am Internetted. I'm sure it will escalate to dueling space satellites. I will probably just let the artificial intelligence run the whole thing on autopilot while I go to the bar. I will pick out a nice dark booth in a corner of the establishment and send her a teasing new password. The password will be: youarelateforourfirstdate.
Wether she decides to arrive or not I cannot determine but I hope she approves of my fashion sense, and the fact that I will buy the first round. It's strange, I could find out more about her. But I am hesitant because I am a man, and why would I invade her privacy. The world has always been more dangerous for women than men. Men are generally more muscular and larger than women, and have the ability to be more forceful caveman style. I think I will keep my distance and she can talk to me when she needs to. I enjoy our telepathy and signals.
Am I a fish, it depends, how strong her line is? Of course I'm a man dummy. You should know that about your Authorial (?) Husband. He knows how to write lines too.
A million pieces scattered.
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