Sun Feb 08 10:30 P.M.
Wendy: I was less than ladylike the other
night.
T: I was no gentleman.
Wendy: Really? I’ve checked the texts.
T: In my imagination.
Wendy: Oh … well …
Wendy: What did you imagine?
T: I imagined you, uh
Wendy: Don’t say it.
T: You’re right. That would be bad.
Wendy: Very bad.
Wendy: Say it.
T: But you just said.
Wendy: Come on, man!
T: I wanna be a gentleman, Wendy.
Wendy: Don’t be a gentleman, Teodoro!
T: Really?
Wendy: YES!
T: I imagined you kissing my
T: Other face cheek.
Wendy: You
Wendy: Are
Wendy: Naughty!
T: You wanna taste that one?
Wendy: Depends on the flavor.
T: It’s berry
Wendy: Which berry?
T: Blue raspberry
Wendy: Get the flip out!
T: Huh-uh, girl.
Wendy: Blue razz is my all-time
favorite berry.
T: That makes us both lucky
then, don’t it?
Wendy: Yes it does.
T: I think there’s a word for
situations like this.
Wendy: Kismet!
T: Not the word I was thinking of
but that one sounds real good.
Wendy: I have to run. Good night, T.
T: Good night, Wendy.
Wendy: I’m going to dream about
blue Skittles tonight, mister.
T: Me too.
Wendy: Not M&M’s?
T: No Wendy. Tonight is all
about the Skittles.
Wendy: Sigh …