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6:55 p.m. - 2003-03-17 I made a tasty new online acquisition named Josie. She's been keeping me company while I'm sick. She's 19, and has big breasts (she has a webcam). Not that I'm complaining. Not that I've seen them without covering (that's too tacky even for me). We started casually chatting a few weeks ago, then slowly graduated to sex talk. Not cyber sex (that's lame), but talking about sex. At length. Positions, masturbation, you name it. I feel comfortable talking to her... she's non-judgemental, usually agrees with me, and always answers back right away. Although, being a good chatter has jack SHIT to do with your offline personality. Still, I feel comfy talking to Josie, and I'm wanting to break my rule about not meeting internet girls. It's hard to gauge what she looks like on her cam, but she looks okay. Hispanic, dark hair, brooding eyes. But fuck looks. I don't mean they're not important, but they're such a limited way of judging who you're gonna spend time with. Yeah, it's cliche, but it's true. The way a person holds themself, talks, makes a joke, can define their sexiness. Think about how many times you've had your eye on a hot chick until she opened her mouth. It works in reverse with not-so-hot girls. I mean, if Adam Sandler wasn't funny, would he still be cute to all those girls? 
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