I am sending you this message after making the mistake of thinking that talking to an alien version of you would be a good idea. I was entirely wrong in this. Also, know that your alien self is entirely awful and really does fit the description of "troll".

Anyway, let's throw myself to the fires and then likely not have this responded to until well after the fact.

You know Porrim correct? The woman that I happen to be infatuated with? Well, as it turns out I apparently DIDN'T ruin my chances with her. Which also apparently WEREN'T non-existent. I still find this somewhat unbelievable.

Now the story proper is that I was at the bus stop waiting for the 12 so that I could get to masjid. A normal Friday, you know. Porrim showed up, which is rather normal. I was quite nervous about this as we hadn't spoken since I had blown up at her. She seemed quite fine with things, which surprised me. We talked for a bit and then the bus showed up. It was at this point that Porrim tapped me on the shoulder.

I looked up at her curious about what it was she wanted. Only to get the shock of her leaning down to kiss me on the cheek. I was quite flustered at this point and couldn't say ANYTHING in response. She pulled back and was kind enough to give me some space, but all the while she was grinning like a devil. Which just made my embarrassment all the worse. I'm sure my face was BRIGHT RED, and it's just all so shameful thinking about that.

Now to continue she said that she actually didn't have to go to masjid at all. In fact she wasn't going. No, instead she came simply to give me a kiss and tell me that she wanted to take me out for coffee sometime soon. She then wrote down her phone number and handed it to me before waving and sashaying off. I am quite serious about that description by the way. She quite literally sashayed off and I could do little but watch her hips sway as she left, entirely dumbfounded as I was. Somebody had to tap me and tell me that the bus was leaving to get me out of this.

Now after a day of hard deliberation I finally worked up the nerve to call her. The conversation went rather well, thankfully. She giggled at me a bit, which I called her out on because that just isn't very nice or considerate. She apologized, but she said that it was cute. Which just furthered to unnerve me. The talk did go well though and I agreed to meet her next Saturday at 1 PM at the stop for the 12. She'll be taking me to a coffee shop that her family frequents apparently.