| confession #4 |
[19 Jan 2008|07:44pm] |
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Nothing Special by IllScarlett |
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I met the man of my dreams.
I went shopping on my own (I think it's the first time I've ever been shopping solo) to Quartier Dix 30 on Friday. Stepped into Indigo and beelined to the Douglas Coupland books and there was a guy there looking over my favourite novel!!! So I told the guy how amazing the book is, we ended up having this great conversation about the author and our favourite books. Now this guy was the image of what I hope to one day marry lol (please keep in mind my general expectations a.k.a. very low) He was just under 6", kinda chubby, dark hair, gorgeous brown eyes, and a super cute smile. I swear I had to hold myself back from kissing his feet lol
So we talked for a good 15 minutes or so when his cell rang. I browsed the books and picked out the two I had come for (but had to browse so that I didn't look retarded). He got off his phone, said that it was great meeting me but that he had to go meet his
BOYFRIEND
at Z'Axe.
Ya... I died inside.
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