Confession # 93
I think I have a boyfriend…
I really don’t know how it happened or how I even feel about it.
I met this guy the other day at a cooking class. We went out afterwards for drinks and now he calls everyday—sometimes even more than once a day. Today he called me to tell me he was going to lunch.
Lunch is good, but do I really need to know that? I guess he just wanted me to know in case I wanted to call him with any decorating ideas since he asked me last night to go with him pick out furniture for this new house he might get someday.
WOW!
Now I just have to figure out how I tell my new “Boyfriend” that I have a date on Friday with some other guy who has me all hot and bothered.
How do I get myself into these situations? Better question… How do I get out?
I really don’t know how it happened or how I even feel about it.
I met this guy the other day at a cooking class. We went out afterwards for drinks and now he calls everyday—sometimes even more than once a day. Today he called me to tell me he was going to lunch.
Lunch is good, but do I really need to know that? I guess he just wanted me to know in case I wanted to call him with any decorating ideas since he asked me last night to go with him pick out furniture for this new house he might get someday.
WOW!
Now I just have to figure out how I tell my new “Boyfriend” that I have a date on Friday with some other guy who has me all hot and bothered.
How do I get myself into these situations? Better question… How do I get out?
posted by BrazenlyBad at 12:35 PM
1 Comments:
Hey Chica Mas Fina!
Yeah I heard you were looking for my blog.
We so need to go out! Stir up some material for my blog.
BB
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