I am a gas.
I am rapidly vibrating molecules with generous spacing. I am insidious, insinuating myself through porous membranes and traveling across open expanses. I am not inhaled at first but I hover and eventually she grows tired of holding her breath. I am exhaled quickly enough but part of me is absorbed. I am getting her acclimated to me.
I am a gas. This is my plan:
Through repeated exposure I will win her over.
I am a gas.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSS...
7 comments:
Hate to say it, but that sounds more like a way to put yourself in the friend zone. You *don't* want to be there. Watch out bro.
-Steve
Thanks for the advice, random intern--hey! I might actually know you. Then again, Steve is a pretty common name.
Besides, this is just my hypothetical plan for a hypothetical "she" and it all hinges on me being able to sublimate. Dang.
Just whip it out, man. She'll dig it.
Note to self: Never listen to Neill's advice.
Honestly, I feel the same way about Pete's post. :)
You broke the four comment barrier! Hip hip hurrah! Also, you used the word sublimate. Wonderful all around - well played y'all.
-Dennis
In my experience, this method works well. If you're willing to spend a few years being a gas, that is. I was a gas for four years, and then I married her.
So, if you don't consider that sort of success too much, it oughta work.
Btw, like your blog, came via Krupa.
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