*Or Tumblr, or Flickr, or Wordpress, or www.theirname.com…
Girl: I’m so glad you picked this restaurant. Thai food is my favorite.
Boy: That’s great, because it’s one of mine too.
Boy’s inner monologue: (I’m so glad I spotted it on your Facebook, otherwise I would have suggested Italian.)
Girl: My Dad always makes me eat Italian with him, but I hate it.
Boy: Ya. So, did you have a good New Years?
Boy’s inner monologue: (Yes, I know you did. I also know you let your friend pick out your midnight kiss, you little hussy, because she wrote about it the next day on your wall).
Girl: It was ok, I guess. Nothing too exciting.
Girl’s inner monologue: (I hope he didn’t read my wall about me making out with the bouncer. Damn Jen for posting that).
Girl: So, what kind of music are you in to?
Girl’s inner monologue: (I know you like the new Radiohead album, and Cold War Kid’s Hang Me Out to Dry, and I wanted to make you this mix-tape of other bands I think you’d like…)
Boy: Oh you know. A little bit of everything, mostly, just not country.
Boy’s inner monologue: (I saw you’re into Radiohead and The Racontours, and I know have really rad music taste but don’t want you to know I know, because I’m not supposed to know).
Boy: So what do you do again?
Boy’s inner monologue: (I know you’re a painter, and you have a super sweet website and I really like the acrylic of the skull you scanned, and I want to ask you about it, but I can’t).
Girl: I paint. A little.
Boy: Rad. What kind of stuff?
Girl: Oh, whatever.
Boy: Cool.
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Girl: So
Boy:
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Girl: (Hmmmm)
Boy:
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