I am cursed with the deadly combination of preferring privacy and craving attention.
I’m also quick-witted, intelligent, and a hard 5.
I’m your average Josephine* (because, you know, feminism).
Basically, you don’t know me, but you’ll want to.
So let’s skip the first name basis. I won’t ask any questions if you don’t.
Let’s just call this what it is: a mutual acquaintance between two strangers. I won’t remember your name, and you won’t remember mine, but you still have to admit that the hour we killed together couldn’t have been spent much more effectively.
*as opposed to Joe