I’ve been quietly emailing someone that I met on I’macatchwhycantIgetadate.com and getting to know her bit by little bit. I called her the Libra once before, but I don’t really like that name. I’ll think of something. I’ve been asking her a series of questions, some silly and some not so silly and then answering those questions myself.
I was talking to MoC tonight and I told her about one of the questions the mystery girl asked.
Me: She asked me if I could instantly master any musical instrument, what would it be and what genre would I choose?
MoC: Oh, I know what my answer would be.
Me: Ok, go.
MoC: The piano.
Me: You can’t say the piano.
MoC: Why not? I just did.
Me (sigh): Fine. What genre?
MoC: Oh, everything. Jazz first and then classical and …
Me: No. No.
MoC: That was your answer too, wasn’t it?
Me: Yes! Stop it!
MoC: Well, hell, maybe I should go out with her.