A Rom-Com For Neckbeards

Adapted from photo by Berendey_Ivanov / Andrey_Kobysnyn from Pexels, thanks guys!

When Jennifer walked into the office that morning, my heart jumped out of bed, ran downstairs, opened the door and screamed loudly to the neighbourhood: “Hark! I am full to the brim with happy song! I am but a joyful passenger on love’s winged vessel”

What this resembled, as I remained steadfast in my seat, was a slight straightening of my spine and a decrease in my TBM (time between mouseclicks). One must pace oneself…