and he was CUTE!

We were messaging back and forth. He didn’t get a message I had sent earlier telling him where to pick me up. I tried to call him and he didn’t answer. I figured all the demons were against us going to lunch for whatever reason… I was freaking out. but it clicked and he insisted on picking me up (i had suggested I just meet him there…). So he said he was about 7 minutes away and I went down to wait for him. He said he would be driving a white van.

DO YOU KNOW THAT 3 MILLION EVIL WHITE VANS APPEAR OUT OF NOWHERE WHEN YOU SUDDENLY NEED TO LOOK FOR ONE?

Oh my god, it was so nervewracking. i would squint and stare into peoples windows. I know they thought I was a fool. there were nasty grody skank guys standing across the street heckling girls. i was DARING THEM to heckle me. I would have turned into a ghetto chica and gone off. That wuldn’t have been a good idea, i must have looked mean, cuz they left me alone.

so I’m standing there totally freaking out.

Is my hair ok? what do i look like? am i fat? do i want to look happy to see him? do i tease him cuz he’s late? ahh ahhh ahhhhhhhhhhh…

Everytime I heard an engine I would shoot straight up and smile.

*vroom* damn, not him. *broom* damn not him *putt putt putt* DAMN NOT HIM *rickety shickety wickety* nope… not him…

and when I finally think “HE’S NEVER COMING!”

*swoosh*

he pulls up. with a SWOOSH no less!

and he waved at me.

and he was cute.

heeeeeee.

I’ve decided to do this in pieces so I can get work done. so this is the first piece.