friend: 'what if i call you maria?'
me: 'that's ok... <toot1> calls me maria...'
friend: 'really?'
me: 'yup...'
friend: 'how 'bout <toot2>?'
me: 'cynths...'
friend: 'and <toot3>?'
me: 'babe...'
friend: 'before that?'
me: 'what do you mean?'
friend: 'it wasn't babe right away, was it? what did he call you before babe?'
me: 'cynthia...'
friend: 'how 'bout <toot4>? what does <toot4> call you?'
me: 'haha... <softdrink brand>...'
friend: 'what???'
me: '<softdrink brand>! well, sometimes 'dear'... but he calls everyone 'dear'... <softdrink brand>, it's just me...'
friend: '<softdrink brand>?! why?!'
well, the first time he asked me out, i really didn't want to go. hmmm... make that, initially i didn't want to. but then he was so amusingly insistent / persistent eventually i felt like i wanted to. i didn't think i should, however, so i still kept on declining. in the middle of our invitation-rejection exchange, a friend called. i told her about this guy and she told me to accept the invitation provided i make sure i don't take any drinks that would have to be prepared on site. she said i should order only sealed drinks that i would have to open myself, for example, drinks in can. huh?! hahaha. i told the guy about the requirement and he was fine with it and so go out to lunch with him i did. after that, he's been calling me <softdrink brand>...
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