teleconversation with the moon

my phone rang. cia called.

me: i was just thinking about you
cia: i'm thinking of winebar tonight
me: i don't want

*after 1 minute of persuasion*

cia: well, or we can do something else?
me: what happen to saving?
cia: 1-for-1 is saving!

what kind of warped theory is that?

hahahahahahahahaha. give me a reason to reject this girl.

mm actually i did.

me: if you know how tired i am, you won't even want to ask me out
cia: that's why i'm asking you out. because i don't know
me: hahaha okay i'm tired. i'm telling you now
cia: you still have four hours to think. the door's always open
me: i'm going to lock the door. and throw away the keys

why is it that i'm a bit swayed now?

edited: two girls with no sense of saving, one with a desire to drink, and warped theories about saving, the other who is about to get a french manicure because she isn't dressed to party after work are going to hm mm, you-guessed-it.

someone tell me why am i doing this again?