“You. Me. A bottle or four of wine and nothing but unadulterated unrestrained banter. Fill my head with your views on everything. On capital punishment and if you could flip the switch and whether your perspective changes if it involves a family member or someone you are close to? Tell me stories of your childhood and how it scarred you, how the small town you grew up in tainted your views on minorities or fostered a love of different cultures, how the first time you masturbated you were terrified and sadly disappointed. Tell me what your favourite colour and ice cream flavour and binge worthy show and vacation spot and season and flower is? Tell me what it means to you to be a feminist and what your view is on porn, mansplaining and dating websites. Tell me if you believe in sea monsters, ghosts, bitcoin and true love. Tell me what you’d say if you could pick up a conch and talk to the thirteen year old version of yourself, but only for a handful of minutes? Who do you look up to, who do you aspire to be like and how long do you lament over not being them? Tell me your thoughts on politics and organized religion and dick size and any other impolite dinner conversation topics? Tell me what would be the first big ticket item you would buy if you picked the right combination of lotto numbers or would you donate most of it and buy a backpack and a pair of comfortable shoes and never be heard from again? Tell me if you’re allergic to peanut butter or bee stings or pollen or ignorance? Tell me how flexible your body is, how flexible are your views on allowing pre-teens to drink coffee and having social media accounts and most importantly how flexible are your morals? Tell me if you can speak another language and do you consider Pig Latin as one? Tell me if you could have anyone in the world instantly killed and it never to come back to you, would you do it and who would you choose and should I be worried? Tell me if you could hold a big soiree and invite ten of history’s most infamous figures who would you hand write invitations to and what would your menu consist of and what if I then said you could only invite people who were left handed would you still do it? Do you have phobias or fears and would you rather avoid them all together or face them head on and either conquer them or have a complete breakdown? Tell me how you lost your virginity and when you think back on it do you smile or wince and do you have that one song that instantly whisks you back to that bedroom where you put all your trust in a locked door and a condom? And tell me if you think you are a good person… someone who can spill their guts over wine… be as honest after the first glass as the last glass of whiskey because we had to switch up because we ran out of wine because you rambled on about that whole masturbating with a hair brush thing? Just tell me everything.”
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