Oh, I love those beautiful I’s!
Nitpick: quoi.
So, uh, how do you feel about guys who correct your idiomatic French?
Blushing! I’m blushing!
My idiomatic French is just fine! I know it’s quoi, and don’t know why I typed quai. The guy makes my brain mush even when he’s not around!
I thought it meant that you were intrigued by the thought of his dock.
One K, two I’s. That’s the only correct spelling!
My grandmother suggested the name for me, so I might be named after that soap person. And when I was a kid, NO ONE was named Kristin.
Then when I was in middle school there was the whole "who shot JR?’ thing. <sigh>
[modulated baritone with Barry White breathing]So. . .how you doin’ baby. . .?[/mbwbwb]
Another Kristin with two I’s (aka the only balanced-looking way to spell it) here who had barrettes, stationery, etc. fixed with ink or paint by my parents for quite a long time. Now I see the right spelling everywhere. Lucky grade-school Kristins! Wonder if the precious-mc-unique-name girls care that they won’t find anything personalized at all?
Not so bad. I know someone who spells it Cristin. And, apparently it’s not that uncommon, because Firefox did not mark it wrong.
I know a girl named Krystn. Suck it, all of you!
We had a pest control guy that used to come in for our monthly service (commercial kitchen) that would turn us all into babbling idiots. I’ll never forget the one day there were three of us there, all very attached, yet we were giggling and utterly brainless.
Ah, the good old days. 
Don’t you love that feeling? And it’s always when the guy is totally WRONG for you.
That’s how I get around Bmalion LOL…just kidding!
I have a secret girlie crush on a kid (late teens I think one class left in highschool) who works night shifts on weekends in the all night gas station nearby. Cute and um, dreamy. Ever since he started working I have stopped complaining about going on late night cigarette or chips runs for my boyfriend. (who hasn’t asked me yet what gets into me when i go on these runs, just I think appreciates the mood Im in)
Except one time when he asked how’s it going I said " Great, we’ve got cigarettes and shits and we are ready to rock"
He looked puzzled, said… “well have a good night then”, as I left babbling. Only to go :smack: when I got into my car.
I work at a bar, which means I meet all kinds of people every day, and 99% of the time, regardless of who they are or what they look like, I’m cool, together, friendly, etc…
But every once in a blue moon a guy will come in and just make me…flustery. Like all of a sudden I’m an awkward giggly teenager.
It takes an extraordinarily good-looking guy to do this to me, but it happens every once in awhile and it always surprises me, cuz I like to think I’m too cool to be flustered simply by SPEAKING an incredibly handsome guy.
It happens, OP. It happens.
Damn! I’m surrounded by beautiful I’s!
That is officially the sexiest name ever. Resisting. Urge. To call. Ex.
I’ll be in my bunk.
Unless Mercury is on the cusp.
He’s dead, JJimm…
Aaaaaand she’s back. 
As a 34 year old that used to live in your city and often visits and has coffee with friends there, I demand to know which Starbucks location!!
(just kidding)
