I think that it was Jeff who, not so long ago, lamented the lack of a good Oasian hook-up.
And who am I to deny him one?
h> Will you go out with me?
j> I don't know. Will your mom drive us places?
h> Actually, I have my own car.
j> Oh. How late are you allowed to play at night.
h> I'm allowed to set my own curfew.
j> Do you know how to play marbles?
h> No, but they're pretty.
j> Okay. Um, will you let me wear your slap bracelet?
h> I don't have one. But I make my own jewellery. I'll let you wear that.
j> Will you share your fruit roll-ups at recess?
h> Of course I will.
j> Well, are you sure you want to go out with me?
h> Depends what's in it for me.
j> I'll let you ride my bike Mondays and Fridays.
h> And your books?
j> You want to ride my books?
h> No, read them, silly.
j> Oh, okay. Especially the Choose Your Own Adventure ones.
h> And your Nancy Drews?
j> I guess. What do I have to do if I go out with you?
h> Will you hold my hand in public?
j> Everywhere except the Southern United States.
h> And will you let me play with your dinky car collection?
j> Do I have to share every dinky car?
h> Yes. And you have to wake up early to watch Saturday morning cartoons with me.
j> Okay. Will you make me pancakes, though? I always watch them with pancakes.
h> Well, we'll have to ask my mom if we can turn on the stove. And then how to make them.
j> If she says we can't, we could use the Easy Bake Oven.
h> And could we have chocolate cake, too?
j> Only the kind with cholestorol.
h> So it's a deal then?
j> Yeah, but we have to seal it with a spit shake.
h> So we're going steady?
j> Yeah. I like you.
h> I like you, too.
So outside of the playground, I met this girl. She's great.