Valiumtimes
It is fourish in the morn and I just got back from my "date" with the boy. He picked me up and took me back to his town. Which is Fresno. I hate Fresno. Anyway. He wanted dinner and a movie. I have a thing with crowds, which meant that we'd barely got in line for movie tickets (he was all aghast at the fact that there was a line. Apparently he's never gone to the movies for Valentine's Day) and I was getting twitchy 'cause people were knocking into me and so he was all "Fuck it, let's go get food, we'll watch a movie some other time." And of course every eat-place in the land was packed too.
TMI ALERT
So we're driving around, nothing to do except go to his place and meet the family, which we're both not keen on, (him 'cause he's embarrassed and me 'cause it signifies some sort of commitment thing I'm not quite certain of. And I hate commitment), when I see a cozy little sign that says Motel 6. So yeah. Long story short, I made him get a room and we had a somewhat unconventional dinner and a movie date. I like Carl's Junior better than seafood anyhow. And it wasn't really a movie, but motel sex with some Discovery Channel thing about dinosaur penises on in the background is kind of hilarious. I fell asleep around 1 but he has work at six in the morning, which means he had to wake me up at 2 so he could take me home. I lost one of my Valentine's socks. It disappeared. I think maybe the fugly duvet ate it.
TMI OVER
So he took me home and of course he's a doof and got a speeding ticket. When he pulled up in front of my place he turned the car off and turned to me and asked me to be his valentine. It was like 3:30am so I told him he was a bit late. Then he was all "No no no, I meant for next year."
And because I'm not a total heartless bitch I said yes, even though the idea of still being with the same person next month freaks me right the fuck out.
*whines* What do I dooooooooo? Boys are so weird. I don't understand them.
TMI ALERT
So we're driving around, nothing to do except go to his place and meet the family, which we're both not keen on, (him 'cause he's embarrassed and me 'cause it signifies some sort of commitment thing I'm not quite certain of. And I hate commitment), when I see a cozy little sign that says Motel 6. So yeah. Long story short, I made him get a room and we had a somewhat unconventional dinner and a movie date. I like Carl's Junior better than seafood anyhow. And it wasn't really a movie, but motel sex with some Discovery Channel thing about dinosaur penises on in the background is kind of hilarious. I fell asleep around 1 but he has work at six in the morning, which means he had to wake me up at 2 so he could take me home. I lost one of my Valentine's socks. It disappeared. I think maybe the fugly duvet ate it.
TMI OVER
So he took me home and of course he's a doof and got a speeding ticket. When he pulled up in front of my place he turned the car off and turned to me and asked me to be his valentine. It was like 3:30am so I told him he was a bit late. Then he was all "No no no, I meant for next year."
And because I'm not a total heartless bitch I said yes, even though the idea of still being with the same person next month freaks me right the fuck out.
*whines* What do I dooooooooo? Boys are so weird. I don't understand them.