Lizzy: Had an awesome prac. Off to work at book store next. Then got an assignment due.
Ben: Work all u do?
Lizzy: Pretty much. But I enjoy it. Texting u just made my day, tho.
Ben: Fuck ur sweet. Tell me something bad about u. Make it easier for me to stay away.
Lizzy: I see no benefit to me in doing this …
Ben: Go on. I’m waiting.
Lizzy: I suck at sports and I’m messy.
Ben: Can’t imagine you messy.
Lizzy: My apartment looks like a war zone. Anne always tidied. Gave me bad habits. What about u?
Ben: I flirt with girl’s I’m not supposed to. Otherwise I’m perfect.
Lizzy: All that fame and fortune and not an ego in sight.
Ben: Exactly.
Lizzy: :)
Ben: Gotta go, Jim’s waiting. Later sweetheart.
Lizzy: Later Ben
Ben: WTF is that pic?
Lizzy: U tell me.
Ben: A mash up of a lion, a beer, & a girl’s eyes (yours?) Lizzy: Right on all counts!
Ben: What’s it mean?
Lizzy: I am using my psych studies to mess with your mind. Studies show association with fear encourages romantic thoughts.
Ben: Sly. U uncovered my fear of beer?
Lizzy: Haha. The fear is the lion.
Ben: Ok. So what’s the beer?
Lizzy: You know the phenomenon of beer-goggles?
Ben: Chicks look hot when you’re drunk?
Lizzy: Right. But turns out the beer-goggler doesn’t need to be drunk. Just an association with beer will do. Even a picture.
Ben: Me looking at a pic of beer will make u seem hotter?
Lizzy: You can’t argue with science. You poor hapless male. You never stood a chance.
Ben: Liz, I think ur gorgeous. Save the beer pics for someone who needs em.
Lizzy: Damn ur smooth
Ben: U like that?
Lizzy: Very much
Ben: Good. U poor hapless female. U never stood a chance.
Lizzy: :)
Ben: What do you think?
Lizzy: I think that’s a pic of a banjo. Yours?
Ben: Deering Black Diamond. Thinking of buying it.
Lizzy: U play banjo too? Whoa.
Ben: Want to learn.
Lizzy: And I want to hear you play. You’re a musical virtuoso. Do you sing?
Ben: Ha. U do not want to hear me sing. Trust me. Think I should buy it?
Lizzy: Do it. :)
Ben: Done. :)
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Ben: This another psych test?
Lizzy: No. It’s a rose. I worked on it all morning.
Lizzy: Well … a couple of minutes between classes.
Ben: Beautiful.
Lizzy: :) Why don’t we have coffee?
Lizzy: Is the lack of a response a no or are u shy?
Ben: Shy of Mal shooting me. We better just stick 2 text.
Lizzy: Fair enough.
Ben: Been thinking about u. Talk to me.
Lizzy: I’d love to. Calling.
Ben: U ok? Haven’t heard from u lately.
Lizzy: I didn’t want to seem too obvious. The stalker handbook said play it cool.
Ben: I know ur not a stalker. Ur dangerous in another way.
Lizzy: I love that u said that.
Lizzy: So do u actually have real stalkers?
Lizzy: Apart from me, I mean.
Ben: You’re not a real stalker. They camp across the street with binoculars.
Lizzy: That’s crazy. U get a much better resolution with a telescope.
Ben: You’re a goose.
Lizzy: Our honesty is beautiful.
Lizzy: Psychologically speaking, most relationships fail due to lack of constructive criticism. Obvious we’re made for each other.
Ben: You’re a total goose. Seriously.
Lizzy: See what I mean?
Lizzy: But we were talking about stalkers.
Ben: Not really for me. I’m lucky. The other guys can’t walk down the street without getting hassled. I’m less in the limelight. Not so recognizable.
Lizzy: U kidding? You’re built like King Kong.
Ben: Ha. Jimmy had stalkers that got creepy. One broke into his place a few years back stole some shit.
Ben: Mal had one that ended in a restraining order.
Lizzy: Wow. What did the stalker do?
Ben: No, the stalker had to get a restraining order against Mal. He kept showing up at the guys work, trying to hug him and leaving weird phone messages etc.
Lizzy: Lol.
Ben: Gotta go. Music breaks over.
Lizzy: I make killer cheesy cornbread.
Ben: Do u?
Lizzy: I do. & I just so happen 2 be making some right now. My plans tonight r cheesy cornbread & bad zombie films. Tempted?
Ben: Like u wouldn’t believe.
Lizzy: But ur busy w the guys?
Ben: No. Guys with their girlfriends. I’m busy killing people.
Lizzy: Online I trust?
Ben: Ha. Yes.