*Note: I’m posting this for the sole reason that I will later have the ability, months and months from now, to look back on it.*
Well, it might not be love so much as I really like this guy and for the first time ever, he happens to like me back.
Funny how this took so long to happen to me.
We went on an unoffical date yesterday. We just walked around Maggie Daley Park in downtown Chicago and honestly...it was so nice.
M and I have been talking for a little more than a month now. However...we only started fooling around a week ago. The two of us just sit in his car, smoke a little weed, and talk. Before we know it, it’s three in the morning and both of us have class the next day.
It’s gotten to the point where we have repeat conversations about things. “Oh yeah, you already told me about that.” I don’t think I’ve ever told anyone this much about myself in this short of a time frame.
We bond over music. I’ve never met anyone who loves music as much as he does. Because of our age difference though, he teaches me and I teach him. Yesterday, after having the much needed talk (you know, the one where boy asks girl, “so...what are we?) he said that our relationship seemed too good to be true.
M and I have established that Aurelio’s pizza is “really fucking good pizza.”
We’ve established that Bobby’s explosive popcorn is the best popcorn.
M has had three girlfriends in the past. I’ve never had a boyfriend.
“Not even one?” “Nope.”
We both have realized that Milner library tends to ooze productivitiy, especially when it’s finals week and we’re on the sixth floor at one in the morning.
M would drive two hours to see me. He has driven two hours to see me.
And only a week ago I established that M is, in fact, a really really good kisser.
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