For Real This Time
Alright alright. There is a guy. I didn't really talk about him before because he asked that I not mention him in my blog. Now I'm only allowed to if I don't tell any identifying characteristics. Below you will find his full name, address, and social security number.
Joking.
It's still in that "whatever" stage -- you know, the stage that if someone asked what was going on, you'd both stare blankly, awkwardly, then shrug your shoulders and mumble "I dunno. It's whatever"
Tomorrow night though, I get to meet some of his boys. I'm looking forwards to it, but I can't say I'm not just a tad bit nervous. Usually by the end of the day, I look like a drowned rat, makeup smeared off, hair fallen flat against my head. Not exactly the best way to make a stunning impression. I'll be prepared though.
Joking.
It's still in that "whatever" stage -- you know, the stage that if someone asked what was going on, you'd both stare blankly, awkwardly, then shrug your shoulders and mumble "I dunno. It's whatever"
Tomorrow night though, I get to meet some of his boys. I'm looking forwards to it, but I can't say I'm not just a tad bit nervous. Usually by the end of the day, I look like a drowned rat, makeup smeared off, hair fallen flat against my head. Not exactly the best way to make a stunning impression. I'll be prepared though.