on a lighter note
He has been here since Tuesday. He met some of my closest friends and everything seemed to go pretty well. I didn't tell him to "shut up" at any point this time around. Funny story about that - on the way to the lake for Labor Day he mentioned that he can't tolerate someone telling him to "chill out" - I promised him I would never do that - mainly because I never say "chill out" so why would I? I went on to say that I hate being told to "Shut Up" in a fight. It is one thing to jokingly say "oh shut up, silly" or something of that nature - but it is different to say it in a fight. It has only happened once - and it didn't go over well at all....ANYWAY - but then I proceeded to tell him to "shut up" all damn weekend. It was horrible! He was being silly and picking and whatnot and I did it, I told him to "shut up" and it was horrible. :( But, that's that.
I really like him. It is really scary. I don't want to get hurt. I don't want to hurt him - but I know that won't happen....me hurting him, because I am crazy about this one. How in the hell did this happen?
xxoo,
Frootie!
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