well so pretty much, well set this story at 9:00 thursday night in my driveway...the only place i get cell phone reception. its a bit fridged, and if you do the math, i could see my breath. i start searching my contacts as my heart races i get tired of scrolling down so i hit the number "4" 3 times. if you do the math, that gets you to "h." hmmmmm, what would i want in the h's? well i go down a few people because 'e' is not the first letter of the alphabet, hartnett is. i call heather. i remember from my good relationship with her that that day, the 10th, if you do the math, is her birthday. i call her but she didnt pick up...shoot, so i leave a voicemail, but as im leaving it, i hear a weird beep beep beep while im talking. i close my phone and to my realization i have a missed call from heather. i call her back. we have a good conversation. i tell her happy birthday. she says that im a little young but who would care anyways. we converse more. and if you do the math now is the time i hang up.
now that the story is over, tell me what you think.
sounds hopeful to me. thats a really nice story...and could turn out quite nicely if you keep it up.
if she said the whole you being really young thing doesn't matter then go for it. call her again. it doesn't just have to be on her birthday... she'll enjoy knowing you're thinking about her. the end.
now that the story is over, tell me what you think.
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thats a really nice story...and could turn out quite nicely if you keep it up.
if she said the whole you being really young thing doesn't matter then go for it.
call her again.
it doesn't just have to be on her birthday...
she'll enjoy knowing you're thinking about her.
the end.
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