24
The guy I met tonight is 24. Good God 24. That means I was freakin' 11 years old when he was born. I totally wanted to smooch him. He's talking and I'm all like mmm.. hm.. and all I could think about was kissing him. But I didn't. I went home and he went home and we didn't even exchange numbers. 24 sheesh!
Jay thanks for calling tonight. It was good to hear you. kisses.
-Chel
posted by Sacred Fuchsia at 2:29 AM
3 Comments:
Shame on you for not kissing him! Would've been well worth it, I imagine...
(Re-living my single life vicariously through you...)
7:37 AM
who is jay? i have never heard of this person! dolly
7:55 AM
well....i guess i have heard of him, however, i haven't heard from him in a while! so, glad you heard from him. hopefully he is settled into his new home. MAYBE he will give me a call someday! hee hee! dolly
10:17 PM
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