Well, that Cyrus does it again. We've never met face-to-face, and the fact that I won't send him a picture doesn't deter him one bit. He loves me. He really does. At least he's not one of those internet guys who loves someone they met online under false pretenses (often). Met him on the phone while working for the same company, had a connection, and here we are several years later, and him telling me that he cares about me a lot. More than I'll ever know. Just last night he was like: "Let's make a pact. If we're not with someone in, like, ten years, let's buy a house together." Weird, huh? It's like so many movies and tv shows out there, blah blah blah, but how can a cat lover be with someone who doesn't like cats? I couldn't get him to say that if this so-called thing should happen, he'd let me have my two cats. I gotta have them. Call it a girl thing, but it's not a home without a kitty. He said he hated cats, but we could have a dog. He said he would train it. Or we could have a tiger. LMAO!!!! Tiger, huh, right. Like that would happen. Then he goes on to say the usual things that he says when I call him more often like "When are you coming out here?!?!?! I miss you!" It's nice to be wanted just for who I am, but I just would never be the person to completely fill his life. Call it insecurity, call it self-deprecation, but he just would never be happy with a girl with a comfortable bum. End of story. My bum will never be small. It's genetically predetermined. I could weigh 100 lbs, and I'd be a twig everywhere except my behind! Oh well, I know there's someone out there who likes it ; )
He said he was going to send me money because I accidentally told him about my popcorn dinner. It was all I had in the house to eat! I'm warm, there's SOMETHING in my tummy, it's not like I hadn't eaten 2 peanut butter sandwiches at work only 3 hours earlier, I just had the munchies. I know I'd feel better if I had better quality food in general to eat, you know, the kind with actual nutrition! PB & J isn't what you'd call a complete meal. Oh well, school won't be much longer, and I'll be able to get things back on track, hopefully. If only the little things were less complicated than they are now.
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