This is what I look like right now, going round Chris’s house in an hour ish and I am a little too excited!
OMG!
I JUST DIED FOR A SECOND..
When Tig throws up at the sight of something, you know it has to be really gross.
Well For the passed week, I have been having this feeling that Chris is getting bored of me.
I stayed over his Sunday night, and normally he’d be all over me. (Yes I am a grown woman who has sex) So yes, we didn’t do anything, or Monday morning. So I kept feeling like we’re getting to that point where the benefits from our friendship was going.
So I stayed over Wednesday night, again no sex. I am sorry to sound crude, but I am the kind of girl who thinks something is wrong with me if sex isn’t had.
So Friday, me and Chris went shopping cos I am making him dinner tonight, I like cooking, plus he likes eating.
Anyway, we finish unpacking, ordered a pizza and went to his room. We are sitting in his room, Chris then starts making a fuss of me, he is now all over me.
Well to make it simple…
Now I am pretty sure that I should be happier, but I am still bloody confused lol, but oh well I guess I am going to have a lot more of that tonight I hope…
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