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I have date hypochondria. "Date Hypochondria" is a term I coined today. My date with Bobby went so well, despite the odds. I drank too much and felt sick, and I thought I was going to get frostbite.
Ugh. I keep dissecting the date. I like him. I'm like a sixteen-year-old girl. It's awful that I like him so much and am paying this much attention to this date. I hope he likes me, too. He did last night. I wonder about now. I wonder if I'll hear from him again. This morning, I was so content not to hear from him again, to just know that we had an awesome time and that I did what I wanted. Oh man. God damn it. He couldn't be as critical as me, could he?
Also, he's an ENFJ. He's the same as me, but an extrovert. We both got excited about that. hahaha. Mmmm...I like him. DAMN IT
Ugh. I keep dissecting the date. I like him. I'm like a sixteen-year-old girl. It's awful that I like him so much and am paying this much attention to this date. I hope he likes me, too. He did last night. I wonder about now. I wonder if I'll hear from him again. This morning, I was so content not to hear from him again, to just know that we had an awesome time and that I did what I wanted. Oh man. God damn it. He couldn't be as critical as me, could he?
Also, he's an ENFJ. He's the same as me, but an extrovert. We both got excited about that. hahaha. Mmmm...I like him. DAMN IT