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Tuesday, November 8, 2011
A lovely evening one night in November
When I woke up this morning, I woke up wondering what our encounter this evening would be. When I got out the shower I looked at my canvas, asked it "what shall you be today"? My image responded, "doesn't matter as long as you look pretty". So that was my goal. As I shuffled through my wardrobe in my mind nothing seemed right. Then the thought occurred. He'll probably fake on you anyways so lets keep it simple. So I simply, but nicely combed my hair. I simply but nicely applied my makeup. "Not too much, you don't want to look like you're trying too hard. Stay within your comfort zone." Now my clothes hmmmm, I pulled out some jeans and a button down shirt. As the day progressed my heart fluttered when you called to confirm, My attire would no longer do. So I swung by the store. And only because I wanted to look pretty for you did I opt for the shirt that wasn't on the clearance rack. I even bought a new jacket... something I haven't done for myself in AGES! A simply nice outfit, but nothing over the top. I wanted to look pretty for you, but nothing over the top. When I came down the stairs your eyes showed their approval. My heart leaped.... SUCCESS! Riding with you was nice as you rambled on I wondered if you were as nervous as I was pretending not to be. So what you don't know is, or pretended not to notice... when you went to the bathroom my nervous behind drop my popcorn and spilled half of it on the floor! SCREAMING inside! "How could you have butter fingers now!" I kicked as much of it as I could to the row ahead of us in hopes that you wouldn't notice. I hope you didn't notice. I enjoyed our moment alone, it was nice to be out with you. It was nice to look at you without fighting. It was nice enjoying something with you. Riding home with you was nice, and our hug goodbye was new. It was the first time we've ever done that. I enjoyed it! The evening was refreshing and nice...
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