I keep telling myself I keep telling myself I'm not the desperate type.
I spent $40 on gas and put probably close to 400 miles on my car in 2 days for you to end up on my flight. What a waste! At least I got to talk to you. And then you aimed me tonight. That was new. Cause you NEVER aim me. I always end up aiming you. I hope that means things are looking up. Now if I can just get up the balls to ask you to lunch.