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PBR came over Saturday night. I made spaghetti for dinner for us to eat. We sat on the couch and watched TV and talked and hung out. It was nice.
Do I know where this is going? No.
Has he called me since Sunday morning when he left? No.
Has it only been 2 days? Yes.
Has he made plans to hang out w/ me again? No.
Do I tend to freak out when 8 billion people ask me what's going on w/ him? Yes.
He made the comment to my friend Katie that he liked my cooking and that he felt bad that we went to bed early.
That is all I know folks. I'm trying to not think about it and worry.
PBR came over Saturday night. I made spaghetti for dinner for us to eat. We sat on the couch and watched TV and talked and hung out. It was nice.
Do I know where this is going? No.
Has he called me since Sunday morning when he left? No.
Has it only been 2 days? Yes.
Has he made plans to hang out w/ me again? No.
Do I tend to freak out when 8 billion people ask me what's going on w/ him? Yes.
He made the comment to my friend Katie that he liked my cooking and that he felt bad that we went to bed early.
That is all I know folks. I'm trying to not think about it and worry.
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