Out of all misery...

Ginneli: Hi! I'm 21. How old are you?
Dr. J.: Hi! I'm 18, and looking for a nice chat with a lovely girl just a little older than me.
Ginneli: I was lying. I'm 28. 29 in December. I was born in 1939.
Dr. J.: But then - you'd be 71.
Ginneli: No, stupid! It's 1968.
Dr. J.: Why. Tell me. If it's 1968, how can we be on the internet?
Ginneli: It's a different planet. We've got computers since 1851.
Dr. J.: I see.
Ginneli: You're pretty young.
Dr. J.: No. I was lying too. I'm 35.
Ginneli: Married?
Dr. J.: You're quick.
Ginneli: No, no, no. Don't get me wrong. I was just asking, because... I got married once. It was a mistake. And since you're a doctor - you're a doctor, aren't you?
Dr. J.: I'm a doctor, but -
Ginneli: See! And so you would know why marriages can turn out so wrong. I mean -
Dr. J.: You honestly believe I would know such a thing? I'm not a physician, by the way.
Ginneli: I don't need a physician. There is nothing wrong with my health. I mean I'm physically alright. Not too big, lucky me, and not to small either. And people like my hair. Just ordinary, you know..
Dr. J: I can imagine.
Ginneli: It's my heart - I mean, metaphorically speaking..
Dr. J.: Curing heartaches is a very special matter. I don't think -
Ginneli: Have you been to the Niagara Falls?
Dr. J.: What?
Ginneli: In Canada. They say that couples never separate, after they've been to the Niagara Falls.
Dr. J.: I'm sure that's nonsense.
Ginneli: Well. We all need something to believe in, and I chose to believe that not going to Canada must have spoilt my marriage.
Dr. J.: I see. You're a dreamer.
Ginneli: Of course. But what do dreamers do? Where do they go?
Dr. J.: Chatting on the internet, that is what they do. Obviously.
Ginneli: Hi. I'm 21. How old are you?

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