(In which Isa goes on a date.)

Me:  i am going to try not to do my usual stupid, boy-repelling things

Jingles: nice
  bringing out the big guns

Me: yes
trying not to punch somebody
  or get drunk
  or run away in fear
  those are my big guns.

Jingles: wow
  you’ve actually done those things?
  you sound like a dude yourself
  no offense

Me: I FLIRT LIKE A TWELVE-YEAR-OLD BOY
  with access to alcohol.

Jingles: bueno
  yeah you might want to move it up a couple years

Me: so i should act like, say, a sixteen-year-old boy?
  that would be an improvement?

Jingles: yeah
  bring a set of flowers
  be super awkward

Me: hahahahaha
  that would be awesome
  try to touch his boobs