A man is making me dinner tomorrow night. Making. Dinner. For me. And I should mention, this is the same guy that texted/called me every day he was gone last week. Every. Single. Day. Without missing a beat. I'm frickin' swooning over here!
Did I win the lottery? Am I dreaming? Did I accidentally tip someone $100 and rack up all kinds of lucky karma points?!
He calls. He pays. He makes dinner. Needless to say, he makes my day.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
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WOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOO!
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