I spent last evening sitting by a pool eating a pizza with the guy who is particularly fond of my forehead (and later said he also loves my 'long nose'). I was there to lead yet another perhaps-you-should-call/text/think-about-me-less-I-seriously-still-only-want-to-be-friends conversation, which opened the door (once again) for a long discussion about why I'm simply making a bad decision.
Nestled in amongst his many arguments, points and examples, was this gem, which I'm slightly scared of but mostly just don't know what to do with:
"Even when I go to the toilet I think of you".
Is that romance I smell in the air? Nope, that's definitely something else.
1 comment:
Hahahaha, this guy provides hilarious stories for your blog if nothing else!
In fairness though, you do have a pretty sweet-ass forehead.
Alicia
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