five, four, three, two, one, zero, no one can stop me to go...you'll never see me again

i figure that just pasting the conversation is good enough for telling the story of what just happened.

me: a really weird thing just happened

diego: Oh?

me: i was walking down the street, and this guy came up to me and was like, "oh my god, you are so beautiful. are you taken?"

and i said yes, but thank you for the compliment

diego: Whoa.

That is weird.

me: and he went off about how my eyes were beautiful and that he was taken back or something

and then he asked if i was taken again

diego: HAHAHAHA.

me: and i was like, "um yeah, still am"

and then i walked away

and he kinda looked like a pirate

so it was really weird

diego: HAHAHA.

Did he have an eyepatch?

me: nah, but i wish he did because it would have been 10 times more awesome

diego: Whenever I burn illegal copies of music CDs or otherwise violate US copyright laws I put on an eyepatch and drink grog and growl "ARRRR!"

point of this story is that
a) pirates DO exist on land
b) supposedly they also like to dance as they walk
c) scurvy
d) pirates work at the boise weekly
e) walking the plank is easier when there is an actual plank
f) totally need a parrot to do my daily biddings
g) completely enthralled and in love with someone other than the pirate
h) the first letter of my name
i) most likely will eventually be elected the next governor of idaho.