Gimme a stick of that gum, wouldja? Thanks. I am totally skipping this class, it is SO. BORING. Want me to braid your hair? I can. Meet me behind the gym. You can look at my trig notes while we do it, or we could just talk about boys instead.
Boys. *sigh* Like, oh my god. You will never believe it.
So, um, he called. The guy? Who asked for my number? Actually called. We talked. For a long time. I still like him. I like him even more. He seems to still like me. I feel about thirteen. I mean, HELLO, I am an old lady with children who spent almost her entire adult life married, I have NO IDEA how one goes about dating. Except that, apparently it goes like this, sort of. And it feels… not bad. Maybe better than that. Egads.
I like it.