It's time for a fake conversation that seems all too real*
Hi J-Crew girl,
I know we've never met, but I've thought about it and it seems like it might be a good idea. I mean it kind of sickens me that you would pay 68 dollars for that shirt, but it is cute. I'll give you that. And those chinos, they're just to die for. What are chinos again? No, but I love them. I mean they look great on you, so maybe they are worth it. But they intimidate me. I'm not used to fancy shirts and fancy pants. The next thing you know you'll be shopping at Baby Gap and the sucking sound you hear will be your checking account emptying.

Yours is empty already?

Credit debt?

Reeeally?

I would have never guessed. Still, cute outfit.

Do I want to go out for drinks?

I don't drink. It's expensive and kind of pointless and yea, I just don't really do it.

What do I do? Like, jobwise? It's hard to explain. Most of the time I don't know myself. It's got variety though, I'll tell you that. I'll tell you that. You?

hmm. Interesting.

For fun? Me? There's Ultimate.

Yea, it's frisbee.

No. No. It's quite active actually. There's a big scene here in town.

Do I always repeat everything that's asked of me? Not always. It gives me a little time to think. That way I can be kinda clever, you know?

I did start.

No, really.

Bye then.

Nice meeting you too.

*except for the part where I am talking to a strange girl and the part where she asks me out for drinks.