I Feel Like We Barely Know Eachother

Oh my, Blogger, you make me blush! After all we’ve barely been introduced, and already you’re asking me to go writing with you. What would your mother say? 

I admit that, from time to time, I may have stumbled upon your sight, eyes wide and fingers poised at the down arrow, ogling all your pretty words and pictures, but never, never would I have thought myself lucky enough to have a date with you. And whenever I want! No sitting wistfully by the phone waiting for you to call–I just log on and there you are, ready for me to have my way with you.

A girl could get used to this. 

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