half space out — and I was talking with a friend about numerous things. The story only began
when I stated something I wasn’t really 100% aware of what I was saying. In fact, it was kind of
embarrassing and of course, I panicked when I realized what I actually said.
“Ah… nevermind… I was gonna say something but nah.” I said, half absent-mindedly
“SAY IT” she says.
I was kind of mentally freaking out that point. I both wanted to lie so badly on what I was
going to say, but I also didn’t feel like lying to this friend. The friend that oh-so-dearly meant so
much to me, a friend that would be a pain to lose. We argued for a bit about how I couldn’t just
say I wasn’t going to say something after saying that I wasn’t going to say it. (I’ll define gender
from here on out) Eventually I gave in, and instead of saying anything directly I gave her my
oh-so-well made-up code. I thought it was a genius idea, since she didn’t know binary and I
did, and I kind of felt like a nerd for doing so.
“1001 (1100 1001 1011 101) (11001 1111 10101)” I responded (eventually; Also,
messages has been put all into one line, and groups for clarity, sort of; Which by the way, the
binary code I made, was meant to stand for the term “I like you”).
“I don’t know how binary works” she texts back.
We continue to text, she seemed to be kind of ticked off because I wouldn’t tell her what
I was saying. Eventually, I gave in another time gave her a picture of how to write the numbers
one through thirty in binary code. After another couple minutes of texting back and forth, she
figures it out.