Oh hey there, computer. Looks like you
got some work done. I mean,
not that it's noticeable. It's tasteful, really.
You look fantastic. Not that you didn't before.
I mean, up an entire terabyte. That's a lot.
You look good though. Not that you would
ever not look good, even if it was a few gigabytes.
It's tasteful. Did I already say that?
I'm sorry, I get nervous around the opposite sex.
Not that I'm scared or anything. Or intimidated.
Please, it takes a lot more than a small change
like that to, uh. Hey, so, uhm. You doing anything
tomorrow night? I only ask because I am
totally free and thought maybe, you know, we
could, uh. You really look great. I'm
thrilled you're happy with it. Not more thrilled
than you, of course, because you were fine before,
but the thing is I was really wondering if
maybe we could get together tomorrow night.
Well, yeah, of course I'm still wondering, and
that is why I should have formed that into a
question. Right, silly me.
No, I don't really recall meeting him at the beach
cookout last summer. Alright, well
that being the case I will be, uhm, on my way then.
Wouldn't it be funny if we ran into each other
though, like while you were there tomorrow?
Like just the three of us, hangin' out. No, I absolutely
agree, that probably would just be awkward.
Did he not like me? Right, yeah, I should talk to him
if it's that much of a concern. Well, anyway
I'm practically late for, uhm, okay
well you have a good day too. A sexy day. A
stand up kind of sexy day.
Stand up kind of sexy day. Ah, God,
I don't even know what that means. Whatever.
The important thing is
I'm going to show up anyway.
