When you initiate a conversation with Nathan, you are most likely to start with IM with:
:D:D:D:D!!!!!!!!!
:-*!
;)
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a/s/l ?
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What is Nathan's height?
He's taller than me...
Well, he gets a crick in a neck when he's leaning down to….
Nathan is 5'11 indeed! I think.
Huh? I bet his cock is lyke 2mm hahahaha! haahah! hehe!
I don't know. But I'm 5'4ish and angsty!
I'll consult the search engine of my extensive database consisting of saved IM convos

You plan to stalk and seduce Nathan. To aid your operation, you need to stock your inventory with…:
He can come to me! Me! Me! Me!
Uh… isn't this illegal?
Aren't we married? We're cohabiting already! Anyway, I kinda need a break. Seeing his dirty man hair on the soap in the shower is not helping my cramps, dude.
The price of the plane ticket alone means I'll have to leave it to my physical charms and witty repartee to get him into bed, instead of kinky toys and rope.
A coy smile and a flutter of the eyelashes shall get him to pay for all accessories I need for the trip. :-*
No expense shall be spared in my mission! Everything from nasty Birkenstocks for on-foot tracking to an APC (in case he contacts the Chapel Hill Police Force) shall be purchased.

Nathan makes you feel....
Scarily cheerful, and vaguely aroused. In a platonic way.
In the mood for cybersex.
It deepends on weather or not he buys all the bulshit i come out w/
Like i need a cigarette
Indifferent?
Giddy.

Your prime motivation for talking to dear Nathan is...
To piss off Gordon :)
He's so yum.
To find out who the hell he is.
Shitloading non existent immature girly lies!
So i can get him drunk and shag him, of course :D
I'm looking for that special Mr. Man in my life.

You've arranged a candlelight dinner with the delectable Mr White. You have wine, mixed with an appropriate date rape drug, a fine roast duck, and a neat mathcing table cloth / napkin set. But one vital ingredient is missing....:
Buttplugs, handcuffs and sandpaper!
This cute woolly hat i picked up the other day!
A camera and a PC cable connection.
Smokes!
Me.
My crocodile tears!

Hmmm, now he's here for dinner, what's some ideal music to get you in the mood?
New Found Glory!
Pixies!
uhm... Britney.
Emm Gryner!
Pearl Jam!
White Stripes!

Wow! You've got him into your whore's bodouir! He's sitting on the bed looking mighty anxious, possibly due to the shrine erected for him in the corner of the room. But enough of that, just what colour is that bedspread?
Nsync print. I'm a posar grrl.
A cool pink ;)
Unsure, too many cigarette burns to tell the original colour and pattern of the bedcover.
Black.
He's not fucking going anywhere near my bed you bastard!
I dont think hubby would be too pleased about this... :/

Awww, now he's looking all shy. You...
Yell 'OMG SO CUTE!', Throw your purse back into the pyramind of.. well.. purses, set out some cigarettes for an aftersex smoke (always essential), brush your teeth, and pin the poor bastard down...
Spear him, for fun.
Call Gordon to inform him of your progress while he sits ALONE IN SCOTLAND MOPING, you heartless hag! Then set out a complex chart of all the... ahem.. equations which are about to take place.
Giggle and fix those sad eyes on him...
Seeing that he's getting sick of you, you dumb little bitch, you switch names quickly before barraging him with bad spelling and typos.
Ruffle his hair.

You're going to have a baby with him! What are your plans!?
Abortion, and file charges against him.
Get drunk.
Get high.
Get married!
I haven't had my first period yet!
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