We meet at my super secret meeting location (for safety). Our eyes meet as we walk towards each other. You smile shyly as I say "hurried claymore razors guilty". Now you look pretty confused. I remind you that we had a passphrase so we would know each other. Oh wait. I told you that, right? Oh wow, this is awkward. Anyways, you laugh it off - I mean, easy mistake, right? You're so cool. I think you're pretty so I take your hand, but I miss and hit your boob. You look a little offended. Oh c'mon. I look around a little because I'm uncomfortable now. Screw it, let's walk over here. "Ok what's over here?". "There's this really cool thing I wan-" Owww. I trip on a crack in the sidewalk. Oh man my knee really hurts. That doesn't look right. Uh oh. Luckily, you're super nice so you help me up. I start crying. I don't have any friends! You were my only hope for finding someone! Now I can barely even walk. Wait where did you go?