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me: Thanks for that. I really enjoyed seeing you guys play. Ok time to bike home now.
him: oh thanks
me: I’m also the girl that posted all of the comments on your myspace page begging you to come play Chicago. Wait…why am I still talking? Get yourself home girl You’re starting to sound like some freakishly obsessive stalker or something!
him: oh really? What’s your name?
me: Kirstie Why did I just go and tell him my name?
him: Kristy?
me: no. Kirstie Why am I correcting him? yeah whatever. Please don’t remember me ever.
him: Kirstie?
me: yes. like Kirstie Alley from Cheers OMG I’m standing here talking to Chris about my least favorite person in the whole world. Can someone please rescue me from what is the worst agony going on right now inside me?
him: I like her.
me: Really? I don’t. Now it sounds like I’m being opinionated and argumentative. I just know it.
him: I liked Cheers.
me: Yeah but after that she became fat and did bad sitcoms Oh for the love of God here. Am I still talking about Kirstie Alley???