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Flattering, but still awkward.

By revolutionaire.
I'm not sure I'll ever know how to properly take compliments.

This went down earlier today.

(11:27:52 AM) TT: I hear you've lost 20 lbs.
(11:27:55 AM) TT: I hate you and I'm jealous.
(11:29:33 AM) TT: and i have to say, P-- and I have even discussed it randomly, the long hair and the contacts? super hot
(11:29:40 AM) moi: HAHAHA.
(11:29:53 AM) moi: wow. You and P-- discuss how hot I am.
(11:29:55 AM) moi: that's a riot.
(11:30:19 AM) TT: i'm serious. I've never seen that side of you! Normally you're quirky and fun and friendly, but that day with the hair down and the contacts? You were like ultra feminine hot chick.
(11:30:35 AM) moi: weeeee!
(11:30:38 AM) TT: I mean you're STILL quirky and fun and friendly, but I saw the sexpot side of you and i liked it!
(11:30:45 AM) moi: HAHAHA
(11:30:46 AM) TT: i think it should be out and about more often
(11:31:12 AM) TT: i just had to tell you, even my Mom has randomly brought it up.
(11:31:31 AM) moi: geesh.
(11:31:38 AM) moi: i'm so flattered. =]
(11:32:31 AM) TT: don't be flattered. be completely bored with hearing it because you already know that you're hotness embodied.
(11:32:37 AM) TT: haha
(11:32:42 AM) moi: whatever.
(11:32:47 AM) moi: I'm quirky and weird.
(11:32:56 AM) TT: yes, and a sexpot.
(11:33:02 AM) moi: AHAHA. i can't even take you seriously.
(11:33:05 AM) moi: this is absurd.
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Samsmama said…
You certainly sound hot!

Come by my blog today, I left ya something!
April 29, 2009 at 12:43 PM
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