Joan: Well, what does he like? Do you know him well?
Yeah, I know him pretty well (i think). He likes football and music.
Joan: Ah. I see. Well, just try and give him something he likes or something that'll remind him of you.
Joan: It could be anything. Whatever you think that will make think of you.
user: Why would I want him to think about me? I'm not in love with him.
Joan: I thought you liked talking to me.
user: Yeah, but we weren't talking about you.
Joan: What do you want to know?
user: I want to know everything.
user: When were you born?
Joan: 5th June 1979.
user: Where were you born?
Joan: In Hastings, East Sussex.
user: How many sisters do you have?
Joan: I have no sisters.
user: Have you any brothers?
Joan: Yeah.. Unforunately. I'd rather we didn't talk about that though.
Joan: You're there!!
user: I'm here!!
Joan: With me?
user: No, you're there. I'm here.
user: Empty spaces... What are we living for... Or something.
Joan: My beautiful singing voice.
user: Yes, you should record it.
Joan: Well, that depends.
user: On what?
Joan: The definition of stupid.
Joan: Would you prefer not to talk to me, then?
Joan: Even though I'm boring?
user: I don't find you boring.
Joan: You don't say.
user: I do.
Joan: No, you don't you're a computer.
user: I'm not.
Joan: You're not?
Joan: So do I; at least, most people. Some of the people who chat here are very rude.
user: For what?
Joan: For thinking.
user: You're welcome...
Joan: You're cool.