I had just joined Twitter. Ironically, a guy I was seeing told me to do it. I started tweeting, tentatively at first. I didn't know what to write. In about a week, the extensive thought and plotting pre-tweet dwindled down to rapid fire fingers hitting my iphone as a new tweet popped into my head every ten minutes. I was tweeting about unicorns, dolphins, caging men and more.
I was on a search for more twitter inspiration. I wanted to follow those, who I thought to be funniest. I looked up the people someone who I followed, followed. There he was--at the top of her list. His picture was great, but it wasn't that, which made me follow him. It was his tweets. They were that perfect mixture of sad, lonely, smart, but laugh out loud funny. I immediately followed him. He had about 1500 more followers than those he followed, so I knew he wouldn't follow me back and I was right, but that was alright with me.
With every one of his tweets, I got to know him better and better. I felt like I really understood him. If only he would follow me back, he would see that he should follow me too, but like a nerdy high school girl with a head over heels crush on the captain of the football team, I watched or in this case, read from afar for a long time.
One day, I tweeted at him. He didn't tweet back and that's when I knew I deserved better. I deserved someone who would follow me back. So, I stuck him the best way I knew how--I stopped following him.
Then End.
I was on a search for more twitter inspiration. I wanted to follow those, who I thought to be funniest. I looked up the people someone who I followed, followed. There he was--at the top of her list. His picture was great, but it wasn't that, which made me follow him. It was his tweets. They were that perfect mixture of sad, lonely, smart, but laugh out loud funny. I immediately followed him. He had about 1500 more followers than those he followed, so I knew he wouldn't follow me back and I was right, but that was alright with me.
With every one of his tweets, I got to know him better and better. I felt like I really understood him. If only he would follow me back, he would see that he should follow me too, but like a nerdy high school girl with a head over heels crush on the captain of the football team, I watched or in this case, read from afar for a long time.
One day, I tweeted at him. He didn't tweet back and that's when I knew I deserved better. I deserved someone who would follow me back. So, I stuck him the best way I knew how--I stopped following him.
Then End.
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