I've gone out with the pastrami boy 3 more times. He made me pancakes tonight. We just click, I'm comfortable with him, it feels like it could easily go somewhere in a way I haven't felt in awhile.. He looks just like the mopeder.
I saw the mopder Saturday. He called me Kitty. It was adorable. He has a part of my heart forever, I've accepted that he is what he is and not going to be who I imagine him to be.
The other boy, with the big beard and motorcycle, turned out to be a dick and only wanted in my pants.
I saw the mopder Saturday. He called me Kitty. It was adorable. He has a part of my heart forever, I've accepted that he is what he is and not going to be who I imagine him to be.
The other boy, with the big beard and motorcycle, turned out to be a dick and only wanted in my pants.
That smile is particularly dedicated to the first four sentences of the blog. Sounds like a good thing =)