hazza

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maccaroniandcheese: You said, "See you later"?

hazza: Yeah.

maccaroniandcheese: That's bad.

hazza: Yeah.

maccaroniandcheese: She probably thinks you're weird now.

hazza: Yeah.

maccaroniandcheese: Is that all you're going to say?

hazza: Yeah.

hazza: I feel like a loser.

maccaroniandcheese: No, no, Geo. You shouldn't feel like a loser; you are a loser.

hazza: Thanks, Paul.

maccaroniandcheese: You're welcome.

hazza: You always make me feel so much better.

maccaroniandcheese: That's why I'm here.

hazza: I'm probably not going to message her anymore.

maccaroniandcheese: What?!?

maccaroniandcheese: You're going to give up?

maccaroniandcheese: Your parents always tell you not give up! It's kind of the Harrison thing.

hazza: I might be creeping her out.

maccaroniandcheese: Naw. She could think your awkwardness was extremely cute. Some girls go for that.

maccaroniandcheese: And others go for long eyelashes and the face of an angel.

hazza: -_-

maccaroniandcheese: What's that supposed to mean?

hazza: I don't know; I thought it looked distinguished-like.

hazza: So you're saying, message her again?

maccaroniandcheese: I don't know. You might just want to let her come to you.

hazza: That's what John said.

maccaroniandcheese: Oh, er, well, if John said that, maybe you should do something different.

hazza: You think John is bad at advice?

maccaroniandcheese: I know he's bad at advice. He's also bad with women.

hazza: Yeah, I know.

maccaroniandcheese: You don't want to take advice from someone who gave a girl a cheeseburger for her birthday.

hazza: Well, some girls might appreciate that.

maccaroniandcheese: Yeah, the fat ones.

hazza: Paul, it doesn't matter what you look like on the outside.

maccaroniandcheese: *gasp*

maccaroniandcheese: Then what matters? What am I left with then?

hazza: Who you are on the inside.