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Hello occasional reader,
How are you? Good I hope.
My outlook has improved somewhat since I last wrote in here, which I'm more than happy about. I had a really, really good weekend. I was able to finish up most of my homework on Friday before I headed home, which of course left more free time for later. Emily and I went out just because on Friday night. We'd been meaning to try that new movie theater up in Tyson's Corner, but both times we went the times we wanted were sold out. Finally, we arrived there at 4:45 and secured ourselves some good seats for the movie. Pan's Lab was the one we picked, which ended up being a really good movie. Dark and twisted, but good. After having an appetizer at a nearby Uno's, we drove to Georgetown and had dinner at Johnny Rockets. I sort of embarassed Em, which I felt bad about, but once I started laughing she laughed too. Why do I feel the need to poke fun at others just for a laugh? She made me get some sandwhich I normally don't eat. It was really good, which I was surprised about. Seriously, I'm not typically a sandwhich person, but I wish I had one of those right now. Now I'm making myself hungry, GG.
We got into a serious discussion about why she dresses the way she does, and refuses to get dressed up for any reason at all. Em is incredibly gorgeous, with a pretty awesome figure, why she chooses to hide it is beyond me. She made two claims, one is that it simply wasn't her style to dress up, and the other that her chest restricted what she could wear, and as a result couldn't find anything she'd want to dress up in. I believe its probably a mixture of the two. She's talking about having that reduction surgery done. While extreme, I think if she feels that it would be good for her, she should do it. Funnily enough, another friend said she'd be more than happy to take a larger bust over her Bcup. Bcup is what Emily wants to reduce hers too. What an odd world we live in.
She and I started having a pretty honest conversation over drinks at Uno's. It was pretty serious at times. I was pensive, anxious, and for a few moments, honest with her about all of my feelings. One of those conversations where too much drink is had, tongues are loosened, and secret smiles exchanged in a public place. She had a drink too, and became "talkative Em." This is a side of Emily we only see where she's had one drink, which shortens the walls she places around herself. She speaks more freely about a broader range of things and is generally a happy person. Its nice. Brendan and Sumner met up with us there at Unos, and we just drank until the bar closed. Em had a few too many, so I drove us home. I held her hand! While I was driving we just curled our fingers around one another. She actually bore my big sweaty paw for a few minutes with a smile. Little things like that make me happy. I love human contact.
Whoops, sorry to cut this short, I'll write more later. Peace!
How are you? Good I hope.
My outlook has improved somewhat since I last wrote in here, which I'm more than happy about. I had a really, really good weekend. I was able to finish up most of my homework on Friday before I headed home, which of course left more free time for later. Emily and I went out just because on Friday night. We'd been meaning to try that new movie theater up in Tyson's Corner, but both times we went the times we wanted were sold out. Finally, we arrived there at 4:45 and secured ourselves some good seats for the movie. Pan's Lab was the one we picked, which ended up being a really good movie. Dark and twisted, but good. After having an appetizer at a nearby Uno's, we drove to Georgetown and had dinner at Johnny Rockets. I sort of embarassed Em, which I felt bad about, but once I started laughing she laughed too. Why do I feel the need to poke fun at others just for a laugh? She made me get some sandwhich I normally don't eat. It was really good, which I was surprised about. Seriously, I'm not typically a sandwhich person, but I wish I had one of those right now. Now I'm making myself hungry, GG.
We got into a serious discussion about why she dresses the way she does, and refuses to get dressed up for any reason at all. Em is incredibly gorgeous, with a pretty awesome figure, why she chooses to hide it is beyond me. She made two claims, one is that it simply wasn't her style to dress up, and the other that her chest restricted what she could wear, and as a result couldn't find anything she'd want to dress up in. I believe its probably a mixture of the two. She's talking about having that reduction surgery done. While extreme, I think if she feels that it would be good for her, she should do it. Funnily enough, another friend said she'd be more than happy to take a larger bust over her Bcup. Bcup is what Emily wants to reduce hers too. What an odd world we live in.
She and I started having a pretty honest conversation over drinks at Uno's. It was pretty serious at times. I was pensive, anxious, and for a few moments, honest with her about all of my feelings. One of those conversations where too much drink is had, tongues are loosened, and secret smiles exchanged in a public place. She had a drink too, and became "talkative Em." This is a side of Emily we only see where she's had one drink, which shortens the walls she places around herself. She speaks more freely about a broader range of things and is generally a happy person. Its nice. Brendan and Sumner met up with us there at Unos, and we just drank until the bar closed. Em had a few too many, so I drove us home. I held her hand! While I was driving we just curled our fingers around one another. She actually bore my big sweaty paw for a few minutes with a smile. Little things like that make me happy. I love human contact.
Whoops, sorry to cut this short, I'll write more later. Peace!