Serving and bartending!
We just went for a super casual dinner and drinks and talked all night. They seriously had to kick us out. We talked about everything from stupid, drunk shit we’ve done to our parents and childhoods. He also invited me to go flying with him (he’s a pilot) and to his fraternity’s centurion on Saturday. But before that he wants to study together and go to hot yoga with me. Plans in the future = always a good thing. I’m so excited and I have hardcore butterflies. And I behaved and didn’t invite him in, although I’m dying for some cuddles from him right now. Hopefully that’ll happen soon enough.
Can we skip the first date and move right into the third?
I haven’t been on a first date in years! And that was high school, those barely even count! He went from saying “all out” to a way chill bar nearby. I don’t know if he’s lowering my expectations (*cough* Barney Stinson style) or what. But because I don’t know what to expect I’ll continue to freak out.
- Fascinating discourse, chum
- Riveting fable, comrade
- Intriguing anecdote, brethren
- Perpetuating argument, colleague
- Sweet saga, yo
- Waste of time, jerk
- Spellbinding reiteration there, my chummy
- Phantasmagorical novelization, oh great one
- Interesting intellect, imbecile
- Trepidating bore, fetus
- Ballin’ gossip, dawg
I bake apologies, I bake when I’m angry, I bake to impress people, I bake when I feel like having a sing-along in my kitchen. However, since we are just in the talking stages and have yet to go on a date, just like sex, I will hold out on giving you my cookies.
However, when I “joke” and say, “if you want cookies you’re going to have to stick around” and you answer, “done”. Well, that’s just adorable.