Welcome to the inner conversation every girl has when she first starts talking to a guy:
I’m just going to send him this cute text peppered with the proper amount of emojis to express how I feel.
He hasn’t texted me back within a very reasonable 30-second time frame…I’m done.
Omg, he sent me a heart emoji—I love him.
We would have the cutest children, though.
I bet he would be a really great husband.
Seriously, did he just send me an “ok”?
Really, though? Is he fucking kidding me?
I’m done. Fuck, guys, I’m done. Like, what is this mind game he’s playing?
Let me just text a screenshot of this to my best friend; she’ll get it.
“Omg, is he serious right now? Like, just an Okay? He’s so stupid.”—I told you she would get it.
I think he just wants me as a booty call.
I’m going to tell him I think he just wants me as a booty call.
Hold up, is he seriously telling me that I’m overreacting right now?! GTFO.
Omg, stop. He just said “I really really like you” with another heart emoji. That’s like a marriage proposal.
Let me send this screen shot to my best friend.
“OMG he’s so adorable”—she’s totally on point with that.
I’m just going to send him this kissing emoji in return.
Gahhh, he sent one back.
I just want to see him.
I just want to cuddle him.
It’s 11:05PM and he hasn’t sent me a goodnight text.
Whatever. Screw him. I’m done.
I’m just going to see what his Facebook is up to.
Who doesn’t update their Facebook? Let’s see his Twitter…
HOLD UP. WHO IS THIS BITCH HE JUST TWEETED?
I can’t. (screenshots…sends to best friend)
Why isn’t she responding?
Whatever, I’m going to text him again.
“WHO IS THIS BITCH?!”
“it’s my cousin”
Really…really. I mean…maybe it is…
I’m just going to upload these really cute Snapchat of myself.
I know he saw how pretty I looked in that snap. And my boobs were on point.
I just don’t understand why he hasn’t texted me.
Whatever. (sends text to best friend) #singlegirlsforlife