Holy drama to catch up on--and I'm moving.

So the last time I posted, and said I wanted to move out, I was pretty much irate. I have rarely been that mad in my life. I was mad at what Tisah had just said to me, and more specifically how she said it (the ugly sweater shopping at DI with Ryan Ockey incident). And that was the beginning of a run of events over the last week and a half of the semester that I was misjudged for, but nonetheless resulted in much drama between me and Tisah and Carrie, leading to them pretty much not speaking to me. Amongst it all, after being so fed up with everything and how I was being treated and judged and not trusted, and how things with Tisah and I did not get better after I tried talking to her, and after praying a lot about it and going to the temple, I decided to move out.

I put my contract up for sale at the end of finals week, just about a week ago, and it sold yesterday! On Christmas! This girl, Lindsay, has been interested in it, and went and saw it a few days ago, and liked it, and told me last night on the phone that she's going to buy it. It was a Christmas miracle! I am soo glad, and SO thankful. I fasted last Sunday and have been praying for my contract to sell, and I know that it's a blessing straight from Heavenly Father that it sold so quickly. Fasting works, I tell you what.

So now I just need to find a place to live...:)

I will try to fill in the details about all the drama that has been the reason I'm leaving, later... It's not that fun to think about, I've been trying to not think about it actually. It just brings negative feelings to me towards, well mostly Tisah. I'm trying to let it all go. But for the record, things are great again with Carrie and me. There was just misunderstanding between us, and I knew that, so I met her at her work on campus this last Mon, after the semester was over, and talked to her, and clarified everything, with what she thought I had been doing (she thought I had been going after the boy, our FHE brother, that she's liked for a while--I wasn't, it just looked like it), that I wasn't. I was so grateful that she was willing to listen and talk to me, and be apologetic as well. I love her.

Tonight I want to move out. It might take a lot to make me want to stay after tonight.

I'm thankful for my cold

I have never been so thankful to be sick.

Last week was Thanksgiving and my birthday, and it was so so so nice to have a break from school and TBT and roommates and Provo, and everything. I did NOT want to come back.

But alas, I did, to our apartment with 2 roommates still sick. Tisah and Carrie both had colds before the break, and somehow they still had them, and almost worse. Ironically, the night of the day I came back (Monday), I came down with a cold, and woke up Tuesday morning not feeling so good. I definitely had a cold. Sore throat, stuffed head, the works. Even more ironically, Katie came down with what seemed like the same thing the next day. This thing was contagious! So now there are 4 of us in our apartment that are sick. Carrie was not getting better and got diagnosed with bronchitis a few days ago, and Tisah's cough has not been going away, so she went to the doctor yesterday and got diagnosed with bronchitis too. My cough is getting worse, I just hope it doesn't turn into bronchitis.

As much as I don't love being sick, it's actually been a blessing, and I almost think an answer to prayer. I've been praying pretty much daily for a while now, for Tisah and I to continue becoming closer friends all the time. When she was still sick after the break, I was able to get and bring home some OJ for her, which I was grateful for the opportunity to serve her. And then being sick with her has actually been a very unifying experience for us. Pretty much every day this week, I get up shortly before her, and shower, then she showers, or visa versa, and we both feel yucky and sound awful, and ask each other how we are feeling. It's been like our morning sick report. She's shared some of her OJ she bought with me, she's shared some of her cough drops with me, we cough together (both coughed all through church today), and we feel for each other. We even talk about the color of our snot, and if it's still yellow-ish green or not...:)

But I am very grateful for this cold for that reason alone. It's given us both ways to serve each other and brought Tisah and I a lot closer together in a relatively short amount of time.

Never knew a cold could be such a blessing.:)

Today I want to stay. :)

So life is good right now. Really good, really.

Things are so much better with roommates. This last week or so has been an emotional rollercoaster with that situation. Some days I want to move out, some days I want to stay. Today I want to stay.

Tisah and I are becoming friends again. I pray for it everyday, and my prayers are being answered. I've also been quite frustrated and discouraged about Katie (another roommate) and my relationship with her. Sometimes she'll be really friendly with me, and then sometimes she's really distant and almost cold. The most frustrating thing has been that it's when Carrie or Carrie and others that she is the most friendly with me; and those times we can have SO much fun. Carrie, Katie, and I, late at night, always means laughing our heads off and getting nothing done. It doesn't happen often, but when it does, it's always a blast. But then the next morning, as, say Katie and I are the only ones up or something, and getting ready, she's back to being quite and not talkative or friendly really, towards me. It's like I have to start over everyday with our friendship. She's not a real social person at all, on her own, and I know that, but it's still frustrating, and has become more so lately. It's become so frustrating to me, almost making me feel bad, that she has been another main reason I've wanted to move out as of late.

However, I started praying about it a few days ago, praying to become better friends, etc., and I was so blessed with my prayers answered, again. On Sat. night she and I were the only ones home, and we were both in the living room, on our laptops, doing homework while watching Pirates 3. I had wanted to go to the women's volleyball game (last one of the season, and I hadn't gone to any yet this semester, so sad), and didn't have anyone to go with me. I asked her, but she didn't really want to b/c she wasn't really dressed and didn't have any makeup on, etc. But then we got chatting more, and laughing about different things, and then she mentioned how much she had been wanting frozen yogurt. She doesn't have a car. So I was like, "how about you go to the game with me and I'll take you to get frozen yogurt." And we were laughing and she was gonna say that too. It was funny.

So we got ready and left about 5 minutes later.

We got there during the first game, and ended up staying the whole time, through 4 games. It was a ton of fun, the game was awesome! BYU won.

But it was just me and her, and we ended up talking a lot about mission stuff (she just started her papers!) and then got onto the subject of her family and her sister and the hard situation going on there. Her sister struggles with same-sex attraction, and it's really hard for them all. She told me a lot about that situation, and I just feel so bad for her. I can't imagine how hard it would be to have a sibling go through that, and choose to live that lifestyle, and leave the Church because of it..it would be so hard. I was really touched, and grateful, that she felt like telling me about it all. It meant a lot, and I really feel like it brought us a lot closer, for which I am SO grateful. It literally was an answer to prayers. I really love Katie. She's so much fun, so fun to joke and laugh with, but she's also really sweet and a great listener.

Anyway, after the game we ended up going home to grab Carrie, and she came with us to get frozen yogurt at this place called Farr's, down by the University Mall. It was soooooo good! It's like Spoon It Up, where it's soft serve ice cream, but so many flavors, and you make your own, and put any toppings you want on it, and then pay by the ounce. It was amazing, and so much fun. The three of us always have a blast together, I love it.

So yeah, things with Katie are so much better. I just hope they stay that way. I guess that will be the real test.

But things with Tisah are better too. I feel like each day, we slowly become better friends. Very slowly.

On top of all this, Thanksgiving is in 3 days, tomorrow is our last day of school before the break, I don't have any physics at all this week (hallelujah!!!!!), I made a lot of progress on the master timeline of True Blue Tuesdays for next semester today (which has been hanging over my head for weeks), my birthday is in 4 days (I'll be 24, weird), and I am so un-stressed about school right now (because of the break this week) that I was able to sit and watch a movie I've been waiting to for a while, with Carrie. It was so great!

The only thing that would make all of this even better would be if I had a man. I would love a guy to hang out with, that just wanted to hang out with me. Someone to cuddle with and watch a movie, or go to a piano recital that I have to for my piano class, and hold hands through the whole thing.

Speaking of guys, Bryant wrote me on facebook yesterday and asked how I was doing, with 2 question marks at the end. I was surprised and pleased that he did, but didn't know what it meant. I kept my guard and just said Hey, I'm doing really well, how are you? He replied today and asked if I'm surviving school. I answered and said Ha, yeah, but the break is much needed and will be very nice. And I asked him how work is going. Then he responded with Work is...work....I'm just struggling being home again... to which I felt bad for, I remember getting home and adjusting and how hard it was. I wasn't sure what he wanted me to say, with his dot dot dot, but I just said It's hard. I know how it feels. I'm sorry. Can I do anything for you? to which he hasn't responded.

Part of me wonders if he is suddenly talking to me because he and his girlfriend aren't dating anymore, or if he's just trying to stay friends and stay in touch..I don't know.

Anyway, I try not to get too excited when he replies or what not. I don't think he's the one..he's just too small, remember?

But also speaking of guys, I don't know if I've ever written about the select guys in my classes or in the BYUSA office that I have slight crushes on, but one of them is Mike, the accountant, in the office. He's cute, but my kind of cute. And it's fun to joke and laugh with him. He thinks I'm funny, and I think he's funny. I would love to got out with him. That could be a lot of fun. Even as much as I don't love dates. I think a date with him could be really fun.

But I saw him today, only for a second, but it seemed like he looked at me, specifically, from across the way.. I'm probably wrong, but a girl can hope, right? Here's to hoping...

More catching up...and wanting to move out.

So we've once again come to a bump in the road with Tisah. I'm getting really emotionally exhausted with this.

This last week we went on a group roommate date and because of things that happened in preparation for the date (my date--Carrie's brother's roommate, who I was just being set up with), I was really frustrated at Tisah, because then she got her good friend, Brian, who I thought (she had told me just a week or so earlier) she was interested in, to be my last-minute date. So I was frustrated that I was put in an awkward situation of being on a date with the boy she was interested in; the date ended up being reallly fun actually, Brian was a good date. But then what frustrated/hurt me the most was that Tisah never said anything about it again, when I assumed, and was so sure she knew I was frustrated about the night, and even figured she knew I was frustrated at her. So I felt like since she didn't bring it up or say anything about it, she didn't care, which hurt a lot.

Other things have happened this week that have added to it festering, and by today, I just couldn't take it anymore and I texted her this afternoon after church and asked if we could talk.

So we just finished talking a few minutes ago, and I'm glad I got to tell her what has been bothering me, but turns out I assumed lots of things wrong, and we miscommunicated again, and that she doesn't actually like Brian like that anymore (wish I'd known that), and that she didn't know I was still frustrated after the date about the date, and didn't know that it was she who was the problem for sure, this week.

We talked about things, I ended up crying, again, which I hate because I'm always the one to get emotional, and she doesn't really. But even though we talked about things, things are still weird, and right now I feel like I'm not sure if they are ever going to really get back to normal. I just don't feel on the same page as her. I feel like she isn't real with me a lot of times, unless we're alone. I feel so alone and out of place in this apartment lately. I feel like I'm not myself a lot. Tisah said she feels like I'm always mad. That hurt. I can kind of see why she said that, but always? I would love nothing more right now than to go home to Salt Lake or go live with Camille and Jake and not come back. If it wouldn't cause drama and a lot of effort, I would seriously consider moving out.

Tisah and I are so opposite emotionally, I think that's why it's been so hard. When she is upset about something, she just confronts the person and works it out, and naturally expects others to do that too. When I get frustrated I (subconsciously, maybe consciously) expect the person to realize they've frustrated me, and ask, and when they don't, it festers, and I just get more and more frustrated and hurt. It's so much easier for me to talk about what's wrong if I'm asked. It's very hard for me to just come out and say it, until it gets to the point when I can't take it anymore and end up talking about it. And even then it's very difficult and emotionally taxing, and I end up in tears, partly because, at least with Tisah, when I think she is much to blame, by the time our talk is over, I often am made feel like (probably not on purpose) it's my fault, and I feel very small. Not in the humbled way, but in the I am an emotional mess, and you aren't at all, and I feel really embarrassed that it's caused me this much grief when...I dunno. I just feel dumb and not like I fully got my point across. I mean, I think she can see where I'm coming from, but the conversation didn't go how I hoped. It wasn't very satisfying to me.

I would so love to live with older girls, ideally returned missionaries. I feel slightly judgmental saying that, because it's not a bad thing at all when girls haven't served missions. But there's just a different level of understanding and maturity with RMs. I miss living with RMs. I don't want to just complain about my apartment, but a lot of the time I feel like I live in a young apartment. I love all my roommates, but sometimes I just wish I had someone like Emily (Williams, now McConkie) living in the same apartment, that I could talk to. I just don't really feel like I can talk to Tisah like that anymore, or at least lately.

Augh, and I feel like I am the emotional wreck of the apartment, and that now Tisah and Carrie are going to talk about me, and that makes me feel even more isolated...

I just want to go home.

Catching up..Bryant (no Bryant), Megan's baptism, and my shoe fetish

So I am clearly terrible at keeping up with my journal writing.

But to try to sum up the high points (or major happenings, I should say, they're not all high points). So things with Bryant did not work out. They were SOO good for a bit, we texted back and forth a ton for a couple days after our awesome date. It was really fun and we became extremely flirtatious, possible more so than I've ever been with anyone. Through our flirting it became clear that we both wanted to cuddle, and he basically suggested that we try it next time we hang out. Typing this, that sounds almost inappropriate, but I promise, it was all appropriate, clean, and fine. It was really funny. Anyway, on top of that, in that same flirtation, I pretty much told him that I liked him. And I only admitted that because I was very confident that the feeling was mutual. Otherwise I would never say such a thing to a boy.

Anyway, then things were kind of weird over the weekend of Halloween, we didn't text much at all, and I was starting to wonder what was going on, then he texted me on Monday, and then we texted more on Tuesday, and it was good again that day, except that day we were texting about...well, long story short, I told him he should come down to my Institute cuz it is really good, and he asked if I was trying to get him to come down and see me again..and I was still slightly irritated at him for the weekend weirdness, and then trying to just go back to flirting with me. So I said I wouldn't complain, but that our Institute really is good. Then he said "Provo is just so far..." and I was kind of hurt by that, b/c it made me feel like I wasn't worth driving a mere hour for. And yeah, compared to living here, that is far, but I felt like he and I had some really good potential, and guys like him, and guys that I click with that well, don't come around everyday, and I would be willing to drive an hour to go see him. Plus it was harder for me to get up there b/c I am so crazy busy with school and everything. So I was kind of hurt that he obviously didn't feel the same way.

We texted a little more later in the week, initiated by me though, but then things were weird. And I was up in Salt Lake that weekend, which he knew I would be, but never said anything about wanting to do anything, which bummed me out too. So I decided I wouldn't either, since I already put myself out there.

So that weekend (Nov 6, 2010) I was up in Salt Lake and Sandy, staying with Camille and Jake and going to Megan's baptism, and then staying at the Merkley's again Sat. night. The weekend was so fun, and so needed! I had needed to get away from my apartment and my roommates for a while, and it was a great breath of fresh air. I love hanging out with family, especially Camille and Jake. And it was so good to see Mom and Dad, and Rosanna and Steve and all the kids; and Grandma and Grandpa Gurr were there, and even Lanette, and it was so good to see them, especially Lanette. She and I ended up talking together for a long time at the Kerr's house after the baptism, and she told me all about the Hardy's situation, and Rulon, and how abusive and brainwashing he's been to Diane and all the kids for so long; and about Diane and her situation of leaving him for good finally and living with Ty and Lanette in their basement with Rachel. I had no idea everything that was going on and had gone on for so long with their family. It is so sad. It definitely made me even more grateful though for my family and my "normal" upbringing. I am SO grateful for devoted, loving parents, who rarely fought in front of us kids, and who have stayed so true to each other, and for Dad, who has ALWAYS treated mom so well. I can't really believe how lucky I got to have such amazing, loving, compassionate people as parents. They are truly amazing. And I just pray for the Hardy family. Fast Sunday was the next day, and I included Diane and Rachel and the Thorpes in my fast. I can't imagine what they are really going through. I really have experienced nothing like that kind of emotional trauma. I have a lot of respect and admiration for Lanette for being such a strength and rescuer to Diane and her family.

Anyway, so that afternoon I still hadn't heard from Bryant, which I was hoping to, he knowing I was up there (while texting after our date he had told me to let him know anytime I was up there, so I was wondering why, now that he knew, why he wasn't asking me to do anything..). But I really wanted to hang out with him, so I texted him, just how are you, and then later, while I was at the Merkley's, after having put the boys to bed while Camille and Jake were at dinner, I texted him again and told him I was still up there in SL, and that he should come hang out at my sister's.

No response. Ever.

Until the next afternoon, Sunday, when he said "I realized my response never got sent. I was at the Real soccer game." No apology, nothin. So I was slightly irritated, but after a while responded with "Fun, how was it?" and he said "it was really cool, how was your weekend?" Something felt really weird, I didn't know what was going on or where we were anymore, so finally I texted him back and told him how my weekend was, and then said "Is everything ok? I don't really know what's going on anymore..." And he texted back that he needed to call me soon (he told me that in a text a few days before, and tried calling when I was still in institute, but that tonight would be hard, and that he was really bad at this. So at that point I knew it wasn't going to be good. Which is why some tears leaked out.

I texted back and told him I'd be up til midnight probably and please just tell me, and that whatever it was, it was okay. So he said he'd call me.

He did a while later, and told me that his pre-mission girlfriend and he had been talking a lot lately and decided to get back together and be exclusive. That is beasically what I thought it was, but it still hurt. I felt like there was finally someone I was really interested in, and even more, was interested back, and now I was 2nd best. It was hard. I felt like I was being dumped, and we weren't even dating. I cried for a bit that night, and I think a little the next day, but I'm okay now. I'm not mad at him though, which is a miracle. I think it has a lot to do with me praying to not be mad at him and not direct my hurt at him. Prayers are definitely answered.

He's been through so much, his mom died 6 months into his mission, then his dad remarried 5 months later; his brother has gone inactive; he's living with a friend right now; not to mention he just got home from his mission and is adjusting, which is the suckiest thing of all. Plus, I'm an hour away, and she is closer to him, so I'm glad she can be there for him. Plus, I was worried with how interested I already was in him, and that things seemed like they really could go somewhere, b/c I was concerned about his size. He is kind of skinny and small. He's my height, barely, maybe even a half an inch shorter, and his legs are thin. He does have broad shoulders, which helps a lot, but still. Also, on top of that, his shoes.

I don't know if I've ever written about my shoe fetish with guys, but I have one. Their shoes is one of the first things I look at on a guy. I feel like you can tell a lot about a guy's personality from what kind of shoes they are wearing. Anyway, there are certain shoes that I am not so attracted too, such as converse (most of all), skater shoes, the slip-on really flat boat-type shoes; also the flat, popular Vans tennis shoes (not athletic type) that so many guys wear these days. Those are the kind of shoes Bryant wears. Though, because of this, and because of other guys who I've been attracted to that also wear those shoes lately, despite the fact that they wear those shoes, I've begun to rethink my opinion of guys who wear those ones...

Anyway, so Bryant Pearson is out. But I hope to meet someone that has a lot of his qualities. He was an amazing conversationalist, probably the best I've ever known, who I was interested in back, he is so funny, he thinks I am funny, he was a fantastic missionary, has a powerful testimony, he is kind, he is able to be openly complimentary, and with some very sincere compliments; and he is a gentleman. I hope his life turns out really well, I really do.

On a happier note...Elder, I mean Bryant Pearson

So now that I've updated that part of my life, here's another part.

I'm just gonna come out and say it. I have a pretty big crush on the recently returned Elder Pearson, now Bryant Pearson.

He got back about 2 1/2 weeks ago, and I talked to him a few days after that, and I was so excited, but it turned out to be one of the most awkward phone conversations I've ever had. I concluded that either he's not a phone talker or he was just having a really hard time being home, and decided not to worry about it.

Then this past Sunday was his homecoming, which Shalese (Cordon) thankfully informed me about, and had me ask Bryant about the time and address, so I ended up going up there to it with her (in Bountiful) and it was really good to see him. He did a fantastic job on his talk, I don't think he had anything written, but gave a really great, powerful, testimony filled talk.

*Sidenote: Elder Neil L. Anderson, of the Quorum of the 12, happens to live in his ward, and was there that Sunday, so we got to meet him! It was really neat!

Anyway, at his homecoming Bryant and I hugged like 3 times, once right before Sac. Mtg., once after the meeting, and then at his house as we were all leaving. And I must say, he is really great to hug! I was impressed, especially after being so recently home. But yeah...

So anyway, then tonight was a little Cookeville reunion at the Conley's condo, who recently moved out here to Orem (awesome), and Bryant came down and I went, and it was great to see him. He started texting me about it last night, asking if I would be there, and I said yes, gave him the address, etc., and then just out of curiosity asked him about this girl who was at his homecoming, who Shalese said she saw grab his hand, but then he would let it go, and stuff. He said she and he dated before the mission, and they are kind of dating now, but that he wanted to date around. I texted back something like "gotcha. Well that's cool. She seemed really nice." and he was like "yeah, but I want to date around." I said I supported that, and then he was like "So do you know any girls who would want to go on a date? haha" and I started to get excited, but didn't want to get my hopes up, in case he wasn't referring to me. So I asked him what kind of girl he was looking to go on a date with, and he was like "one I can have fun with, :)" and then after that added, "with good standards, and pretty eyes... haha" and at that point I knew he was referring to me, and I was flattered. In one of his letters when we were writing after I came home, he mentioned that he thought my eyes were really pretty. That was so flattering to me and touched me. I don't get told that by guys very often at all. Anyway, so when he texted that I got really excited. I then said, "are you hinting at something..? Well, whoever you are talking about I'm pretty sure would love to, but I dunno, I guess I'm going out on a limb on this." Then he said something strange like, "Well we'll just see what happens I guess. I'm still scared of girls..." Anyway, we texted a bit more, and I told him not to be afraid, that most of us weren't that scary, and he said it's still weird to have a conversation with a girl not about Jesus, and I said if it would make you feel more comfortable, I'm always up for a Jesus chat. :) He laughed and said he might just take me up on that. Then he again said, "So you will be there tomorrow?" I laughed because I had already told him I would, I thought it was cute he seemed to be making sure. I told him yeah I would.

Anyway, so then today I go, and I was looking forward to seeing him all day, and excited to see what would come of it, and it was fun, he and I didn't talk too much there, because we were all talking together or to others there. I was secretly hoping he would want to do something after, but he rode down with Elder McMillan (Mikey), and I think he had plans for later anyway. But when we were first eating dinner (just after I got there), when I was getting me plate, he came toward me and I said hey, and he touched my arm like he would hug me, but I was pouring water. So I put it down and we side hugged, which was good. Then we flirted a little here and there through the evening, and I could tell he was paying a lot of attention to me, commenting on my socks (Halloween socks) and my earrings, etc., which I really enjoyed. I'm not recently used to such attention though, so it was making me slightly nervous. Plus I kind of like him, and he seems to be at least somewhat interested in me, so for some reason that makes me nervous. I feel like I'm in junior high and have this crush that seems to have a crush on me back. It's silly really. But it's fun. :)

After dinner and some dessert Rachel and Gerald left and the rest of us went downstairs to play a game, and there were these 2 girls there--Sister Conley's niece and her roommate--that were kind of crazy, probably about 19 years old or so. Anyway, we played a game of cards with the Conley girls (Kelly and Sarah) and one of their brothers (Matt?), and then Elder Kim (Alex), Elder McMillan, Bryant, me, and these 2 girls. The game was somewhat fun, but I kind of just wanted it to end because of the atmosphere and the conversations at the table. Not that they were bad, I just would have rather been just hanging out with Bryant and talking to him, or to other adults and had a more adult conversation. I just felt very old and out of place. But the best part was Bryant was sitting next to me, around the corner of the table, and he started texting me during the game. So we texted back and forth for a few min til the game was over, and then a little bit after, as we were all preparing to leave. I eventually was about to leave, and so he gave me a hug goodbye, and it was sooo good! It was kind of a prolonged hug, and such a good hug! It feels so good to hug him. Then his right hand lingered on my left arm as we pulled away, y'know how people do that. And he was like, "We'll be in touch." Then I didn't leave, and a few minutes later he left first and I turned around to say bye and he looked at me with kind of a more meaningful look, I thought, and again said, "We'll be in touch." So then I wondered when he might call me...

Well, after I eventually pulled myself away, being the last one there, chatting with all the Conleys, which was so fun, I went home and stopped at Smith's to grab some milk and bread, and as I was checking out, my phone rang. And it was him! I was pretty excited, and pretty impressed at the quickness of his call. I wasn't expecting a call until at least tomorrow or so.

Anyway, we talked and he asked me, "So when do you want to hang out?"

Long story, and long conversation short, we didn't set an actual day b/c the week is kind of hectic for me, and this weekend he is basically booked (I am his back up plan for Friday..:), so we're probably going to wait til next weekend. I would love to see him sooner, I told him Tuesday night would be the best week night, but I think he left it in my court to decide on weekend or weekday, which was nice of him. He didn't want to inconvenience me with my busy school schedule, etc.

Then we talked for a while about his job he just started and 18 minutes after he called me we hung up (not that I noticed or remembered how long I talked to him for or anything...so I'm a little excited that a boy actually seems to be interested in me, it's been a while!).

It was a great night and I will admit I'm a little giddy. I'm not so sure he's my EC or anything, his shoes are not my ideal shoes (I have a shoe fetish with guys, I basically judge guys, to an extent, by their shoes. The kind of shoes a guy wears says a lot about the person, I think). But he's such a great kid, and he is showing interest in me, I'm letting the shoes fly for now.:)

One of the best parts about the night was that, I think just from hugging him goodbye tonight, his cologne rubbed off on me, and I've been able to smell him on me the rest of the night. I like it, I'm not gonna lie. And I would love to smell more of it in the future...:)