You would think that after I went off the deep end that this woman would stop getting back to me or at least would consider she has the wrong guy. Clearly she has already established a connection with him, dropping "love" and "I'm trusting you with this" so does she consider me to be an alternate ego of this guy?
From xxxxx to me:
Good morning Love,
I hope you had a good night sleep and that you are feeling better. I wish I could be there to help you...
You need to sleep and better well to get through these bids.
GOOD LUCK!!
Feel better.
I will talk to you soon.
Love xxxxx
So I guess I am some sort of auctioneer or financial worker. Either way, she's back and talking vaguely again. This does give meaning to "sweet nothings." Thinking about it, these are the things you say to your girlfriend/boyfriend and for some reason they hold this special meaning, or at least it was for me at some point. Seems silly now. Well let's get sillier...
From me to xxxxx:
I am a robot sent from the future in order to please the entire female race. I have selected you, xxxxx, because you make me feel human. If I disappear, it is because my creator must have been killed in a battle before he had the chance to design me. Either way, we should get you pregnant. How does Wednesday sound?
From xxxxx to me:
Oh my god, now that made me laugh..... :-)
Where did you come up with that one??
Hmmm prgnant huh? And Wednesday???
Well being that you will be in London and I'm here in NY I think that might be a little difficult...Lol
OhI love you, you always make me smile!!
Although we would make a gorgeous little person.....
Muah!!
Seriously? Okay I'll keep it going...
From me to xxxxx:
You,
I have to admit something to you. I have the ability to travel through ethernet, firewire 800 (not 400), and telephone wires so traveling the world is not an issue. Please don't tell anyone that because if that information fell into the wrong hands, they could trap me in one of their secure modems.
Alternatively, I could send you a sample of my manrobot semen and you could go to a clinic or use the turkey baster. Obviously I would send it in a ice pack container like they do with Junior's Cheesecakes.
I agree our offspring will be wonderful since I have met him already. I don't know if person is the word for him, but this will all make sense in due time.
Love, Kisses, and Castor Oil,
Me
From xxxxx to me (2 minutes later):
Omg... I love it.
You have done it again, made my yucky day great....
Hmmm you have met him Huh??
Ok I think I understood most of that except the Castraoil?
Want to explain than one? Lol :-0)
Always....
From xxxxx to me (40 minutes later):
Oh I got the CastorOil now....Lol Robot.. Duh!! Dont want to rust...
Always. Me
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An internet relationship based on lies- this is ground breaking stuff, I know.
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