Well I met you, Bornieo. {thank goodness we don't have to spell everyones name when we meet them...but anywho...}
I met you and I found you to seem a bit reserved but still very nice, very generous. You offered me some of you pizza when I was drooling over it. Anyone spend more time with me and you'll come to know I drool over food, and a few other delectables in life.
But back to you, Bornieo.
I thought you were nice{offering me the pizza, you could have said 'It's right here on the menu now leave me the hell alone!}, polite{you made conversation}, gentlemanly{nothing off color or rude, at least nothing I heard
}, and I liked that.
Me? I don't know. Don't get out much. I think I am a dork. But it seems a lot of us think that about ourselves, don't we?
I might be cool. Some kids at school tell me 'Peace' while others look at me and seem a bit worried...I am sure the teacher is sick of me. That means I bug or frighten them. That means I do my job.
