OH MY GOD YOU GUYS
First off: the weight related stuff:
I went out with my friend, and some of his friends,
in my new jeans, with the new hair
THE JEANS ARE
I <3 them like whoa!
And i know my last posts were not so upbeat, but i want to tell you guys what happened, with the boy.
I went out with one of my guy friends, who wanted to cheer me up after the boy made me feel so sad.
we went to a bar/pub, got food and a drink.
then we went to his friends house and watched a knights tale (OMG a guy who memorized that movie like ME)
and had a few more drinks.
in the meantime the weather outside is frightful.
the weathermen can't decide if the roads are going to suck or not, and my friend had picked me up in his truck. no 4 wheel drive. not the best thing to haul around on the ice. so it's late at night here, and i'm like "do i sleep here, or go home, when my guy friend has been drinking, and he's in a pickup that might not do so well out there.
(this has all been done in the name of forgetting that the boy made me feel incredibly sad, and i had basically accepted the fact that he was going to end things with me, that he'd written me off so to speak)
and then i get this phone call.
from the boy. and he's asking me if I was out and about (he had seen my away message saying i was going out when he IM'd me to ask how i was feeling.)
I said yes. i was out.
he said "well i just fell on the ice on my front porch" (he was okay)
so he was like it's slick, please be careful. and i kinda laughed and i was like yeah, me and my friends are here, and GuyFriend picked me up, and he's in a pickup, so i'm not sure how i'm getting home haha.
so we kinda talk for a bit, and then he's like "well, if the roads are like my porch, its gonna suck, so if you need me to come pick you up, i will".
Well, since GuyFriend had been doing shots of vodka, and the roads were apparently icky, and it was late at night, and GuyFriend was in a pickup truck with only one working windshield wiper, I agree to this.
So Boy picks me up, and I thank him for picking me up and he says “really it’s not a problem. I get to see you.”
Really sweet thing to say.
We proceed to talk about our conversation the night before, and sort everything out.
one of the things that I guess was an issue was that I like to cuddle and he is not so much of a cuddler. Anyway, he kissed me, and he said “I like kissing. Cuddling is like kissing in a way”.
He said all these sweet things that I needed to hear.
He held my hand just because he wanted to.
I felt so good. So cared for.
And the best part? The roads weren't even bad. He just wanted to be the one to take me home.
i'm so fat.
fasting tomorrow. got big plans on saturday.
anyone with me? although you're all perfect the way you are.
love you girls. xoxox.
- kaylie.
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