LET'S GATHER ROUND THE CAMPFIRE N' SING THE CAMPFIRE- no.

Okay, so I was GOING to talk about how I hate camping and how I'm doing it this weekend, but now there's a more pressing matter.
I have Facebook open in another tab, and Albert IMed me. He was in my elementary school but we went to different middle schools. He used to have a bit of a crush on me in elementary school...well more than a bit. Here's the convo. Read it while I hyperventilate.
Albert: Hello buttface
Me: uh...thanks? and hi.
Albert: Don't u wanna call me buttface
Me: no, because i'm nice, unlike you.
Albert: Some people never change.
Me: uh no, I used to be evil, remember?
Albert: No you were always the sweetest little angel.
*and so begins my hyperventilating*
Me: HA. HAHA. very funny, but now i'm three years smarter and nicer.
Albert: How's that even possible? You were already the smartest nicest girl ever!
*now my fingers are quivering*
Me: there's always room for improvement :)
Albert: I guess that means now you are perfect
At this point I IMed Jim in panic and begged for help. He told me to say "brb" to Albert so we have time to think. Albert then said "Kay I'll be awAiting your return" and that was... almost twenty minutes ago. So much for "be right back". I ordered Jim to IM Albert and ask him if he still likes me. And that's what's happening now. Unfortunately, Albert is a notoriously slow responder, so Jim's only gotten five worda out of him while trying to "ease" into the subject of me. I told him to get to the point. Albert can't ignore him then. So, now, to wait for Albert's response... NO! He went offline! Not that I'm unhappy about that, but now he'll keep cyber-flirting with me. Great. I'm going to go speedwalk in circles to rid myself of anxiety.