His name is Dylan and he is from Minnesota.
I went on Chatroullette to try and suade some peope to talk to me,
maybe get into some heated debates, you know,
have eight million people ask me to show them my boobs, whatever.
I ran into this guy pretty quick
and for some reason I didn't hit next like I usually do
loooks about 20 ish, blonde hair, toque, hoodie,
we start talking
-hi
-hi
he asks me where I'm from
and I ask him if I can ask him a quesiton first before we get to all that generic stuff
he says ok
so i ask him what the meaning of life and human existance is
and he, in a very long, intelligent answer
tells me it's about happiness.
it was awesome.
we proceeded to talk for at least an hour,
about anything. I showed him my ukulele
he told me about this random ukulele guy he started listening to today
jake shimabkuro
he I incidentally have seen before
that was cool
I dunno
it was awesome.
i never anticipated random conversation become so intriguing.
Anyways he failed at spelling Saskatchewan
I told him I want to be a writer.
It was really nice.
Then my chat stopped working so we wrote out stuff on paper and held it up to the webcam.
then I told him I was tired so i went and put on my pjs and he brushed his teeth
and he told me i was lovely and had magnificant hair
andthen  he wrote that I am beautiful
and I told him I liked him too
and then he asked me how old I am
and I wrote a response
and my laptop died.

Fml.