This is all Dominique
I got home on Friday night. I knew that Dominique was working til close, but that he would give me a call, then come visit me as soon as he got home. Boston Market closes at 10pm. So...I'm waiting around and it's 11pm, 11:30, 12am, 12:30am...My mind was rushing all over the place but there wasn't a logical explanation. If he had decided to hang out with Justin and Heather instead, he would have called me and it shouldn't be taking him this long! I started doing little things to distract myself like completely unpacking my suitcase and putting everything away in its proper place (shocking!), straightening my hair, painting my nails (my fingers feel weird now, but they look pretty!), and boy was a worried. I felt dumb worrying, though, because...I'm not his mom.
He called me at 12:45am. Apparently they're open until 11pm on Fridays and since he was getting a ride home with the manager they had to stay all uber late to lock up the place.
In the morning I was telling my mom about my silly worryingness and she was like, "Well, wives often worry about-You're not his wife" Me: "Exactly."
So yesterday Dominique took me out to Sidetrack. My hair was straightened, my nails were done, and all I had clean was a strapless bra...so I decided to go with it and get pretty. The dress and straightened hair aren't real indicators of "I made an effort to dress up" because sometimes I just feel like doing those things. I obviously made an effort to dress up because my nails(hands and feet) were done and I replaced my hair ties with a bracelet. Yeah, I said bracelet. Weeeeird. The other weird thing is that we've never actually gone out some place just the two of us.
The waitress at Sidetrack who gave us our food wasn't the one who took our order. I got a salad and Dominique got a burger, so she came out with our food and was like, "Did you get the salad?" I so wanted to be like, "Hell no! I want the BURGER, now stop being so stereotypical!"
I have a lot more to write about, but I'll save it for later...
He called me at 12:45am. Apparently they're open until 11pm on Fridays and since he was getting a ride home with the manager they had to stay all uber late to lock up the place.
In the morning I was telling my mom about my silly worryingness and she was like, "Well, wives often worry about-You're not his wife" Me: "Exactly."
So yesterday Dominique took me out to Sidetrack. My hair was straightened, my nails were done, and all I had clean was a strapless bra...so I decided to go with it and get pretty. The dress and straightened hair aren't real indicators of "I made an effort to dress up" because sometimes I just feel like doing those things. I obviously made an effort to dress up because my nails(hands and feet) were done and I replaced my hair ties with a bracelet. Yeah, I said bracelet. Weeeeird. The other weird thing is that we've never actually gone out some place just the two of us.
The waitress at Sidetrack who gave us our food wasn't the one who took our order. I got a salad and Dominique got a burger, so she came out with our food and was like, "Did you get the salad?" I so wanted to be like, "Hell no! I want the BURGER, now stop being so stereotypical!"
I have a lot more to write about, but I'll save it for later...