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I went to St Louis this weekend. After many phone calls and my mother trying to convince me for an hour, I went. I was afraid to go, because I know Alisha and I didn't know if her friends would be like her. Thankfully, they are nothing like her.
There were four of us who went. We drove Alisha's car and I was forced to sit in the back of her very small and uncomfortable mustang. My neck and legs still hurt from the two hour drive. So it was me, Alisha, alisha's new fling, Andy and Andy's roommate and birthday boy- Ryan.
The nice thing about the guys down here, they care. They allow girls to go before them, they open doors, pull out chairs, give up the bed, pay...they know how to treat a woman. Which some guys do when your dating them, but they are just friends. Nice.
Ryan found this amazing place to eat. Amazing. When i walked inside I thought I was in New York. We had a private room......great wine.....fantastic steaks.....and live entertainment. IT was this overweight black guy singing jazz...and mostly Ray Charles music. It was perfect. We left and drove to the arch and sat by the river and talked. Ryan was a lot of fun to talk to- Aub, you would like him. He's not your type, but he's smart, funny, has lots of money, and has traveled around the world. You two would have a blast together. Trust me. (Nothing like most of your past boy friends) haha.
We ended up at this ice cream place where all of the prom kids were. We got our pictures with them, it seemed like the right thing to do.
The next morning we went to the arch and walked around. Best 24hr trip I've ever had. I will be visiting again.
So....I hate homeless people. I hate them. I never give them money, except for the guy who was in New York, his sign said: "I'm not gonna lie- I need a beer." IT made me laugh and I gave him some money, but other than that I DO NOT give money to people like that. Until yesterday. My mother convinced me that I needed to give an offering, maybe God would help me out and somehow give me some more money for school in the fall. There was a man at an intersection and I gave him $20.00. yeah. That's a lot to give to someone begging for money. When I handed it to him he asked me, "Are you sure you want to give this to me?" I said, "yes. God bless, it's my offering." And he said thank you and ran off...probably to buy some vodka and cigarettes. Then I got gas and it was exactly $20.00, and I had to use my card. A few hours later I got a call and my fall semester is paid for. Crazy huh?
The deal is I can if I quit smoking. I don't understand. Everything revolves around my smoking....just about everything. Who knows what will happen. I hate to say I'm gonna quit, because what if I fail? I'm tired of looking like an idoit who cannot follow through with her plans. None of my friends smoke and I don't think they know that I smoke, they probably do...I mean the smell! hello?! I think I might try. I'm sorry Aub. Maybe we could try?
There were four of us who went. We drove Alisha's car and I was forced to sit in the back of her very small and uncomfortable mustang. My neck and legs still hurt from the two hour drive. So it was me, Alisha, alisha's new fling, Andy and Andy's roommate and birthday boy- Ryan.
The nice thing about the guys down here, they care. They allow girls to go before them, they open doors, pull out chairs, give up the bed, pay...they know how to treat a woman. Which some guys do when your dating them, but they are just friends. Nice.
Ryan found this amazing place to eat. Amazing. When i walked inside I thought I was in New York. We had a private room......great wine.....fantastic steaks.....and live entertainment. IT was this overweight black guy singing jazz...and mostly Ray Charles music. It was perfect. We left and drove to the arch and sat by the river and talked. Ryan was a lot of fun to talk to- Aub, you would like him. He's not your type, but he's smart, funny, has lots of money, and has traveled around the world. You two would have a blast together. Trust me. (Nothing like most of your past boy friends) haha.
We ended up at this ice cream place where all of the prom kids were. We got our pictures with them, it seemed like the right thing to do.
The next morning we went to the arch and walked around. Best 24hr trip I've ever had. I will be visiting again.
So....I hate homeless people. I hate them. I never give them money, except for the guy who was in New York, his sign said: "I'm not gonna lie- I need a beer." IT made me laugh and I gave him some money, but other than that I DO NOT give money to people like that. Until yesterday. My mother convinced me that I needed to give an offering, maybe God would help me out and somehow give me some more money for school in the fall. There was a man at an intersection and I gave him $20.00. yeah. That's a lot to give to someone begging for money. When I handed it to him he asked me, "Are you sure you want to give this to me?" I said, "yes. God bless, it's my offering." And he said thank you and ran off...probably to buy some vodka and cigarettes. Then I got gas and it was exactly $20.00, and I had to use my card. A few hours later I got a call and my fall semester is paid for. Crazy huh?
The deal is I can if I quit smoking. I don't understand. Everything revolves around my smoking....just about everything. Who knows what will happen. I hate to say I'm gonna quit, because what if I fail? I'm tired of looking like an idoit who cannot follow through with her plans. None of my friends smoke and I don't think they know that I smoke, they probably do...I mean the smell! hello?! I think I might try. I'm sorry Aub. Maybe we could try?