Would have. Geez Louise. That is all I will say as an intro. Read on.
Robin would suggest ways to improve my writing and I hung on her every word.
Why? Gosh . . . get a grip.
Robin suggested ways to improve my writing but I ignored her.
He would bring Robin flowers to weasel more writing tips out of her.
He brought Robin flowers and she threw her blog posts into his awaiting arms.
Robin would blush when her readers sent her flowers.
Dead black roses?
Robin blushed when her readers called the grammar police.
He would leave me love notes in the comment section of my blog.
Such a romantic fool.
He left me hate mail in the comment section so I changed my identity.
I am now Paris Hilton.