MEETINGS
I may at times schedule 2 hour meetings at work (read: leave the gas station that employs me) just to ditch and hang out with you.
I may at times schedule 2 hour meetings at work (read: leave the gas station that employs me) just to ditch and hang out with you.
Glad we didn’t meet on a reality show?
I will give you and only you my last piece of gum. Or Altoid.
Confession: I went through every tagged picture of you on facebook, a really long time ago. But it’s not stalking because it’s facebook.
Must-have, forget it, not living without it.
I want to make you laugh, if that requires me dancing around the house in my underwear with or without you, consider it done. If not, I’m going to do that anyway so deal with it.
I have really romantic visions of doing a sultry tango where our bodies never stop touching in the barrios of Buenos Aires…but it will end up being the chicken dance in the kitchen.
Chinese food, crap TV, late night, bed.
Multifunctional.
For our first public appearance, balcony or not, I’ll kiss you way more than twice. Just saying.
