“Hi”
“Hi, what’s up?”
“Well, you see I hear you think I’m cute.”
“Yeah, where’d you hear that?”
“What, is it not true?”
“No it’s true.”
“So… you want to hang out sometime then?”
“No, not really”
“What? Why not, I really think you’re cute”
“The thing is, you’re not really the one I’m in love with”
“Oh I get it, there’s somebody else?”
“Not exactly.”
“I don’t understand”
“I mean, it is you but I don’t really know you. I am in love with the person I imagine you are.”
“So what? You just want to keep imagining instead of getting to know me for real?”
“To me, the real you is the one I imagine. That is the girl that has changed my life.”
“That’s kind of creepy”
“Please don’t take this the wrong way, but if you were suddenly gone it is not you that I would miss, I would miss the person I imagine, and the possibility that you could really be her.”
“Well, don’t you want to know if I am her, this girl you imagine me as?”
“I guess so… but how can you be? What are the chances that I pinned you right? That never happens.”
“What if I’m better?”
“What?”
“What if I’m better than this dream girl?”
“Well…”
“Come on, eat lunch with me, right now, get to know me, see how I compare.”
“Well that’s the incredible thing.”
“What?”
“I’m getting to know you and…”
“Yeah?”
“So far you are just as I imagined you.”
“Dude, dude, come on”
“Huh, what?”
"Come on man, snap out of it, you’re totally spacin’ out.”
“Oh, yeah…”
“Oh, I know what you’re thinking about, just go ask her out.”
“I can’t.”
“Come on, so what if she turns you down?”
“No, it’s not that, I just don’t know who she really is.”