Calling the kissing bandit

will you be my "textmate"?
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Once upon a time, a boy and a girl met in Chicago. Neither of them was born in the Windy City, but both of them had come to love it immensely and bonded over this fact. Numbers were exchanged, the boy left the City, and the phone calls began.

Then the girl began to spend far too much time in bars, and became a drunk texter. Nothing too shameful was ever written of course (she's still a lady after all), and the boy always responded with beautiful texts to her, but that didn't stop our heroine cringing "the morning after" as she cleared out her cell phone message boxes.

So then the girl had an epiphany of sorts, and decided that enough was enough. Drastic measures were taken, and the girl took the boy's cell number out of her phone. No more drunk texts - the girl felt pretty pleased with herself.

So to celebrate, our girl goes out with her good friend Bork and gets delightfully jolly on French martinis, goes home and drunken emails the boy to tell him that she won't be drunken texting him anymore.

Yep, good one Kissing Bandit - you've still got it.