After dating for over a year, we finally went out to dinner. He wanted Italian & I said lets go. Carrabbas was our destination. He looked nice, jeans and a shirt with a collar (lol). I had on sexy army boots from Aldo, skinny jeans, and a baby tee that said ‘Boss’ with a black tank under it since the back was opened. Hot but classy. Our server was funny. Told us how he has 5 kids, all boys, & a little story. Good times! Food was of topic and one major discussion leaned towards his demand that I eat anything BUT a salad. Whatever. I did what I was told. He ordered the chicken bryan pizza with a Budlight and I had the oak grilled chicken; it came with soup and mashed potatoes and I drank sweet tea. Conversation was great. We were laughing and having a decent time. One thing came up: he told me he doesn’t want to say we broke up, but instead took a break. I found that to be quite funny, since I’m the one that ended things. However, sitting across from him seeing him smile back at me. It was a good feeling. He came in after dinner and we watched tv and looked through a magazine. It was getting late and he was going to leave. I asked if he wanted to stay and sleep next to me. He said yes. We went to bed and snuggled. I missed him…. Am I ready for this again? I’m not sure. I wonder what will come of all this. Strangely, I’m curious. :/
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