Hardly faking it anymore: Puddle's third thread

[Puddle]

Hey Heim,

I'm just suggesting that you do what I did - meet someone for drinks and conversation. No pressure. No stress.

Exactly what I'm thinking.

I've got this image of you, Puddle, rattiest undergarments or not, suddenly lunging across the table at this guy, grabbing him by the front of his shirt, throwing him on the table, and just planting one on him.

Exactly what I'm thinking. I am, of course, kidding.

Why my brain works this way, I have no idea.

Uh, quick guess: wishful thinking? (For you, I mean, not me!)

Take care.