Clint
Oh God. Nope, I'm definitely broken. RIP, my sense of shame and consideration for other people. (I don't mind that much. I feel a little braggy about you, it's very - hi, everybody, yes, I know, I can't believe somebody this great's into me, either. Observe and be amazed, too.) I have actually thought about other things, since then. I just also think about that night a lot.
And I wouldn't make you read it. I can store it all in my head, lots of filing room in here. Drop ideas on you at opportune moments.
And a frap. Don't forget that you can also make me a frap.