GirlChat #731124
I'm still holding out hope for Greta who's still impressionable. In my fantasy, she calculates in her autist mind that love really is the answer while we are crossing the ocean together at sunset on a trip to Polynesia. She has a profound epiphany, proceeds to shave her pits, renounce the demonization of air conditioning, and falls into my arms (after slipping on deck). After whipping up a mean fondu for us, we find ourselves shortly thereafter creating our first autist baby together, for whom I have to buy endless numbers of math books starting at toddlerhood, since I'd naturally be in it for the long haul.
The Potter chick? Oh, totally, goferit. She's already lost by now:p |