--...enough about me. tell me something about you. i wanna know you more. like the real you.
-me? ok. well. first of all, i just want you to know..i have memory problems. so don't expect me to remember your name tomorrow.
--what? are you serious?
-but not like that film with adam sandler and that chick from charlie's angels.
--you mean drew? barrymore?
-yea. yea. that chick. you don't have to worry about it that much.
--so it's not that severe? i..i don't understand.
-no. no. i mean you don't have to worry about making me fall in love with you every single day.
-- (?-?)
-because i will always fall in love with you at first sight.
--OK. haha. i thought you were serious. nice touch, though.
-hahaha. but seriously though, i have memory problems. i tend to forget things. it's like what i can only remember are the really good stuff..and the really bad stuff. regular things just rot away.
--ok. ok. noted. you're not gonna forget this place, are you?
-place? what place? when did we get here?
--hahaha. you're really funny. no seriously, you're really funny.
-thanks, i guess.
--oh i forgot to tell you. i'm a gamer.
-gamer? you mean phone game apps?
--yup! all of 'em. phone. pc. xbox. ps4. well, the old xbox, and now the new ps4.
-oh. i see. just a sec..
(walks out the front door)
-TAXI!!!
