I'm a pretty uncool person. I lack all the fundamental attributes one must have to be considered cool, such as attractiveness, athleticism, the ability to be put into social situations without being reduced to a blubbering pile of nerves and standing in a corner pretending to text all night. I like to think I've gotten a bit better at that last regard, but when I was younger I was really, really bad at the whole 'talking to people' thing. I also couldn't understand technology. (Some people may say that judging from the overly simplistic layout of my blog, I still can't. To those people I say: shut the fuck up.)
When I was about 10 or 11, my vastly more popular friend took me to her place and, after acting appropriately shocked and condescending of the fact that I didn't already have one, made me get my very first email address. She then introduced me to the wonders of msn, and demonstrated how one goes about having a conversation on this Application from Above by showing me one of her own.
V (my friend): Hi
Her friend: Ntm.
Her friend: U?
And that's as far as it got before she decided that was enough for me to get the general gist of it. And it would have been, for a normal person.
So I go home, and decide my newfound knowledge made me infinitely cooler and thus able to talk to a boy I had had a crush on for ages but was too scared to do anything about it. I open a conversation and go:
I was obviously too busy committing the nonsensical shortening of phrases to memory to pay much attention to anything else, including the fact that there were two different people talking in V's conversation.
Needless to say, he never replied.