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Question:



On a scale of one to ten, how inappropriate is it to ask a stranger to read you a bedtime story because their voice is smoother than caramel? And this stranger is a fellow female?



I anticipate the answer to be 10.

Comments

  1. Anonymous7 June 2010 at 00:05

    It's actually an 11/10!

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  2. Anonymous7 June 2010 at 12:30

    Well, for me, being male, it would be a 12. But, for you being female, and she being female, and only if I could be there as well, I'd give it a 15.

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  3. Anonymous7 June 2010 at 14:06

    Laura, you don't have to be embarrassed. I will read you a bedtime story ANY time. <3

    Chelsea

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  4. P8 June 2010 at 16:14

    I have forgotten the question because now all I can think of is how much I want a Caramel bar...

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  5. Camille10 June 2010 at 14:04

    Though, yes, probably inappropriate to ASK - it's a total compliment!!

    Had I been the stranger, I would of course been a little weirded out... at first. Then, reflecting on my new stalker friend as I told someone what happened, smile and relish the moment I was told how sexy my voice was.

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  6. Laura Jane Williams13 June 2010 at 04:25

    Perpetual spiral- THANKS. That's really helpful.

    Ian- I appreciate the support... it was only afterward I thought to be a little embarrassed.

    Chelsea- well YOU would!

    P- oooooh. yes please!

    Camille- Yeah! I meant it as a compliment! She laughed. In the end, at least.

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