My arm just vibrated. Why did my arm just vibrate? Ah, shit, it's a message. I'm still not used to this subdermal shit. They're asking for me in the ballroom. Something to do with the BBQ tofu. Do you mind hanging tight for just a minute Joey? Johnny? Do you mind if I just call you John? Johnny makes me think of someone else. Anyway. I'm sure this will just be a minute.
I'm back. Ah, I see you found my collection of National Geographics. That was a great magazine. It reminds me of my traveling days. It's too bad normal people like we can't fly all over anymore. They need to loosen the restrictions on that, the planet be damned.
Where was I? Ah, yes, a woman from Long Island. She didn't have an accent, by the way. As a transplant myself, I would have never fallen for someone with a New York accent. Uncivilized. Boston, maybe. But not New York.
I played it cool for as long as I could, but I was smitten. "I [was] in deep smit." And so was she. We would sit on my couch for hours at night just staring into each other's eyes.