I have a story about phones and flowers and mail boxes.
We had breakfast after chapel because greasy sausage and biscuits spell out romance quicker than anything else I know. The dumbest things were laughed at until he went to class and I went to my mail box. I never get mail. Ever.
The three numbers unlocked the tiny door for me so I could sneak a peek inside my personal box of 12508. An index card with a flower was chillin' along with ten digits at the bottom. It was precious.
This guy is charming and makes me feel special like no other guy has. He goes out of his way for me every day. Even though I constantly inform him of our status as FRIENDS he continues to pursue me like I'm the last attractive person on this planet. I don't want to rush into anything anytime soon but he seems to have other plans. Taking away my single hood is gonna be tough, I feel like I love being single way too much.
The date was great and fun and fantastically planned. He deserves a thumbs up.
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