[I got a drunk-dial last night.]

I won't go into too much detail but the basic gist was, "I can't stop thinking about you, i talked about you all night, I can't wait to see you Sunday" repeated with different word variations for 63 minutes and 11 seconds.

So I'm going to have to go ahead and call this one: he totally came through for valentine's day.

And called me again this morning to laugh about drunk dialing me. And to tell me what time he's picking me up tomorrow. And to bond with me about our anal-retentive shared need to get to the movies a half hour before it starts.

RED ALERT

I am starting to trust this guy.

rut roh.

© beotch at
12:55 p.m.
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