Mrs. Darcy.
Tonight was pretty spectacular despite my slightly sore stomach and pounding headache.
The necklace I got in the mail ended up being from Bobby. Overall it's very sweet. I love it, and I wore it all day until I thought I was going to take a shower, but then I remembered I had to take back Marie Antoinette.
Anyway, Bobby was being very sweet. He said all kinds of things that I feel like documenting.
I said something about him being perfect. He replied:
Everyone knows Adam was but a man and you, being a woman, were created from rib and were made out to be perfect for Adam, Eve.
He made me smile a lot and I said something, to which he added:
You mean if I told you that if narcist had a long-lost relative who was to be born in 91 in Eugene Oregon who lacked all the faults which create a moroes one and contain the hidden ingredients from Powder-Puff girls chemical X to make the perfect girl? (Even though you weren't born in Eugene :x)
It'd been a while and he was supposed to go leave (like five times already) to go read Frankenstein, and I was prodding him to go, so he said:
Well obviously it's hard to walk away. Quite similar to when you see the clock at 11:11, you just wish for it.
I won't tell you that I've never wanted to hold something so bad but at the same time hold it so softly that it'd almost feel like we were conjoined, or that I want to touch you everywhere.
Him: Have you read Persuasion? No, right?
Me: I was going to buy a copy when I was at the book store the other day but they were all new! Why do you ask?
Him: Because. You're my Anne.
Me: I'm going to read that next. I have to.
Him: I would refer to myself as Wentworth, but it wouldn't quite fit, and you shall see why. (HE USES "SHALL" <3)
Me: I'll pick it up as soon as I can.
Him: Okay Mrs. Darcy.(!)
I said something about him cheating, which is what we say when we get the best of each other and all fuzzy and stuff.
Him: Cheating would be me saying something like looking at you is as like reading Robert Frost, Jane Austen, and Hemmingway at the same time.
Me: That is cheating.
Him: You're Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening, but we've got miles to go before we sleep, and miles to go before we sleep. Actually, no. Cheating would be more along the lines of being with you is like having every single novelty (not novels) of literature right next to you and being able to feel the words. Goodbye, Mrs. Darcy.
Me: Why goodbye?
Him: I have to leave, remember? Perhaps you were too entranced.
Me: Just a little.
Him: It's just hard being an enaromed young man when I'm amorous and see an amorous girl who I Adorne.
Me: Go go go before I melt anymore.
Then I smiled, and he asked why I smiled, and I told him what I texted Megan. "HE CALLED ME MRS. DARCY. I have found the perfect man." to which she replied, "OH MY GOD."
Pretty much he was just sweetness all over. He said another few things like, "I love you, Mrs. Wentworth (in a much later time). Don't take that literally. You'll understand that when you get to Persuasion."
"I believe you!" I said.
"You're my White Oleander (minus the contagion in it). I love you."
He was also telling me about he is reading this sex book for MONOGAMOUS COUPLES. He said that he is reading it for me and not him, because he wants to make me happy happy happy in ze bed.
I could marry this man.
The necklace I got in the mail ended up being from Bobby. Overall it's very sweet. I love it, and I wore it all day until I thought I was going to take a shower, but then I remembered I had to take back Marie Antoinette.
Anyway, Bobby was being very sweet. He said all kinds of things that I feel like documenting.
I said something about him being perfect. He replied:
Everyone knows Adam was but a man and you, being a woman, were created from rib and were made out to be perfect for Adam, Eve.
He made me smile a lot and I said something, to which he added:
You mean if I told you that if narcist had a long-lost relative who was to be born in 91 in Eugene Oregon who lacked all the faults which create a moroes one and contain the hidden ingredients from Powder-Puff girls chemical X to make the perfect girl? (Even though you weren't born in Eugene :x)
It'd been a while and he was supposed to go leave (like five times already) to go read Frankenstein, and I was prodding him to go, so he said:
Well obviously it's hard to walk away. Quite similar to when you see the clock at 11:11, you just wish for it.
I won't tell you that I've never wanted to hold something so bad but at the same time hold it so softly that it'd almost feel like we were conjoined, or that I want to touch you everywhere.
Him: Have you read Persuasion? No, right?
Me: I was going to buy a copy when I was at the book store the other day but they were all new! Why do you ask?
Him: Because. You're my Anne.
Me: I'm going to read that next. I have to.
Him: I would refer to myself as Wentworth, but it wouldn't quite fit, and you shall see why. (HE USES "SHALL" <3)
Me: I'll pick it up as soon as I can.
Him: Okay Mrs. Darcy.(!)
I said something about him cheating, which is what we say when we get the best of each other and all fuzzy and stuff.
Him: Cheating would be me saying something like looking at you is as like reading Robert Frost, Jane Austen, and Hemmingway at the same time.
Me: That is cheating.
Him: You're Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening, but we've got miles to go before we sleep, and miles to go before we sleep. Actually, no. Cheating would be more along the lines of being with you is like having every single novelty (not novels) of literature right next to you and being able to feel the words. Goodbye, Mrs. Darcy.
Me: Why goodbye?
Him: I have to leave, remember? Perhaps you were too entranced.
Me: Just a little.
Him: It's just hard being an enaromed young man when I'm amorous and see an amorous girl who I Adorne.
Me: Go go go before I melt anymore.
Then I smiled, and he asked why I smiled, and I told him what I texted Megan. "HE CALLED ME MRS. DARCY. I have found the perfect man." to which she replied, "OH MY GOD."
Pretty much he was just sweetness all over. He said another few things like, "I love you, Mrs. Wentworth (in a much later time). Don't take that literally. You'll understand that when you get to Persuasion."
"I believe you!" I said.
"You're my White Oleander (minus the contagion in it). I love you."
He was also telling me about he is reading this sex book for MONOGAMOUS COUPLES. He said that he is reading it for me and not him, because he wants to make me happy happy happy in ze bed.
I could marry this man.