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soldtoarmeniansv. 1.0: Tuesday, Sept. 19th, 2000
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"Coming with me today."
"I said I would. Besides, I owe you for staying up with me last night."
"There was ice cream."
"You brought it."
"Pfft, detai--Xander." *poke* "There. No, don't look, just kind of peek. The girl with the ponytails? That's her."
"Guess that answers that question. Now all you have to do is ask her out."
"Right. After a couple months worth of training. And possibly via a fingerpuppet show of some sort where no part of my face is visible behind the stage. Hey." *poke* "You're not even looking."
"You told me not to! I'm taking my time; don't question the ways of the stealth-peek...Wait, Cute Shy Girl is TARA?"
"Xander! Omigodpleaseletmedienow..."
"Have we m...met?"
"This is my friend Xander. He wore Teeny Little Super Guy Underoos on his head in kindergarten."
"Okay. That was fair. But you know, since it's out there, this is my friend Willow. She wants to ask you out but thinks she needs lessons first. I told her she should just text-message you."
"Except for where I don't have a cellphone and neither does she and anyway I'll be too busy moving to another state? And also changing my name. I used to be Willow."
"I know."
"You...do?"
"I know who you are. N...not the part about, um. You do?"
"Xander hallucinates a lot. There was this whole thing with gremlins at his old school, and--" *poke* "OW. ...kinda yeah."
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v. 2.0: Tuesday, October 17th, 2000
"We're here why again?"
"Because there was Ani diFranco music and discussion of 'trying out the quilts to see whose fits the bed better.' Trust me, that was Willow for 'plz to vacate the premises kthx.'"
"You know I always thought that whole 'what does a lesbian bring on a second date' thing was a myth."
"...what does a lesbian bring on second date?"
"A U-Haul."
"I saw no U-Haul."
"Only 'cause you don't need a U-Haul to move across campus, just a couple of guy-friends with strong backs. Nice hookup-job there, dude."
"Actually, I get the feeling they'd have done that even without my big mouth. Or, y'know, the loss of my remaining dignity."
"Some guys find underwear on the head a turn-on?"
"Shut up, Larry."
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[Date-geekery in whitefont if you want to pretend I'm subtle: Sept. 19th is probably self-explanatory. October 17th is the day after Tara's 20th birthday. Also, yes, there were probably a zillion e-mails that went out between these dates, a few of which I may actually throw into a separate e-mail post. But if time's going to pass at all, a lot of those will have to be handwaved. Pretty much everybody on that list can assume they're (not) getting some kind of mail from Xander at this point.
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"Coming with me today."
"I said I would. Besides, I owe you for staying up with me last night."
"There was ice cream."
"You brought it."
"Pfft, detai--Xander." *poke* "There. No, don't look, just kind of peek. The girl with the ponytails? That's her."
"Guess that answers that question. Now all you have to do is ask her out."
"Right. After a couple months worth of training. And possibly via a fingerpuppet show of some sort where no part of my face is visible behind the stage. Hey." *poke* "You're not even looking."
"You told me not to! I'm taking my time; don't question the ways of the stealth-peek...Wait, Cute Shy Girl is TARA?"
"Xander! Omigodpleaseletmedienow..."
"Have we m...met?"
"This is my friend Xander. He wore Teeny Little Super Guy Underoos on his head in kindergarten."
"Okay. That was fair. But you know, since it's out there, this is my friend Willow. She wants to ask you out but thinks she needs lessons first. I told her she should just text-message you."
"Except for where I don't have a cellphone and neither does she and anyway I'll be too busy moving to another state? And also changing my name. I used to be Willow."
"I know."
"You...do?"
"I know who you are. N...not the part about, um. You do?"
"Xander hallucinates a lot. There was this whole thing with gremlins at his old school, and--" *poke* "OW. ...kinda yeah."
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v. 2.0: Tuesday, October 17th, 2000
"We're here why again?"
"Because there was Ani diFranco music and discussion of 'trying out the quilts to see whose fits the bed better.' Trust me, that was Willow for 'plz to vacate the premises kthx.'"
"You know I always thought that whole 'what does a lesbian bring on a second date' thing was a myth."
"...what does a lesbian bring on second date?"
"A U-Haul."
"I saw no U-Haul."
"Only 'cause you don't need a U-Haul to move across campus, just a couple of guy-friends with strong backs. Nice hookup-job there, dude."
"Actually, I get the feeling they'd have done that even without my big mouth. Or, y'know, the loss of my remaining dignity."
"Some guys find underwear on the head a turn-on?"
"Shut up, Larry."
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[Date-geekery in whitefont if you want to pretend I'm subtle: Sept. 19th is probably self-explanatory. October 17th is the day after Tara's 20th birthday. Also, yes, there were probably a zillion e-mails that went out between these dates, a few of which I may actually throw into a separate e-mail post. But if time's going to pass at all, a lot of those will have to be handwaved. Pretty much everybody on that list can assume they're (not) getting some kind of mail from Xander at this point.
