I remember 9th grade when my classmates and I discovered an English teacher's online dating site profile. We printed it and posted it around the campus. (We were awful.) He made an announcement the next day in the school bulletin saying that he was offering a new class the next year called "Writing About Yourself Online." We all laughed, thinking we got the best of him, because we were young and he was balding and had shadows under his eyes, and we had pretty girls with pigtails and Livestrong bracelets and they traveled in packs in front of us, and we thought that the times would never change. Well dammit, Mr. [Name Redacted], I know you're out there somewhere, probably reading Scarlet Letter, laughing to yourself because you knew, so many years before I did, that karma is a serious bitch and that I really could have used the class.
My self-summary: I do not believe that we will be able to paint the town red together, have waiters ask us to leave a restaurant because it's closing, or polish off a boat of sushi (or large pizza) (while giving zero fucks about the fact that it's a Friday night and we are watching East Bound and Down while sitting on the floor) simply because we both happen to like avocados. But, we've got to start somewhere, right? And OKC is better than most places, and I, like Ebby LaLoosh, am just happy to be here and hope I can help the team.
That having been said, if you study or work while standing up, message me THIS SECOND, because that's what I do, we clearly have something, and we need to start discussing wedding floral arrangements.