Page 10 of What If I Knew You

You’re right. My apologies. I shouldn’t have assumed. So, does this mean we’re kind of friends now? Since you know what I do and I know what you do?

Me

LOL. Sure. I guess so. Secret friends who have never met.

Mr. Stranger

Like virtual pen pals.

Me

Or a virtual diary.

Mr. Stranger

Oh! Scandalous! Alright then diary, tell me something about yourself.

Me

Like what?

Mr. Stranger

I don’t know. Something wild? Something nobody else knows? Something you need to get off your chest? Anything. I’m just over here stuffing my face with lasagna bored out of my mind.

Me

Alright. Dear Diary, I lived in London for two years and just got back to the States last month after my stupid pencil dick of a boyfriend cheated on me with someone who outranked me.

Mr. Stranger

Ouch. That must’ve hurt a lot.

Me

The pencil dick? Nah. It wasn’t very sharp and quite frankly was kind of the size of those mini pencils you get when golfing. Did it hurt mentally though? Yes and no. I could feel something was off so when I found out I wasn’t shocked. But when it feels like an entire hospital is looking at you weird because someone you were close to is now suddenly fucking your boss…I knew nothing good would happen for me if I stayed there.

Mr. Stranger

So, you work in a hospital. Maybe you really are a brain surgeon.

Me

Dear Diary, pretend I didn’t just tell a strange random man what I do for a living and where I work.

Mr. Stranger

Ha-ha! I promise not to come looking for you. *Googles how many hospitals there are in Anaheim…*

Me

I didn’t say anything about WORKING in Anaheim… But okay, okay. Your turn. Tell me something about you.

Mr. Stranger

Alright. Here goes. Dear Diary, I’m a physically fit, relatively attractive (if I do say so myself) man.

Me

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