Bright Eyes: You have a beautiful name, Felicity.
Felicity: Thank you. I was named after my Mother’s favorite pastime.
Bright Eyes: (coughs) How old are you?
Bright Eyes: I’m 21. My birthday was yesterday.
Felicity: Happy Birthday. Do you want a present?
Bright Eyes: Sure. Do you got a picture? Or how ’bout that thing you’re named for?
Felicity: I’ll have to wrap it.
Bright Eyes: You’re so sweet! What do you look like?
Felicity: Black hair in a long faux hawk. I’m 5’8, I weigh 115 pounds and my measurements are 32,22,33. And you?
Bright Eyes: I’m 6 feet tall, 200 pounds, I can bench 300 x six reps, and I got black hair in a box cut…And I like to have fun. Did you wrap that gift?
Felicity: What’s a box cut?
Bright Eyes: A high top fade.
Felicity: What’s a high top fade?
Bright Eyes: It’s a kind of cut where hair grows high on top of your head and low on the sides?
Felicity: Like Vanilla Ice?
Bright Eyes: Sorta, but not that old. So I like to hug and kiss my woman and get close…Is that ok?
Felicity: What else?
Bright Eyes: I like to wine ‘n dine ’em.
Bright Eyes: If the night is right I get romantic.
Bright Eyes: Top the night off with 12 hours of pure sweet love! –Yeeeeehaaaw! I think I got myself off.
Felicity: I’m not even close. R U still there?
Bright Eyes: Hard to type. You were great baby. Gotta run.
Felicity: What about me?
Bright Eyes: Laters…