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Fair warning - this will be a stream of consciousness post and likely won't make the most sense.
Where did we leave off?
Oh yeah, sobbing about XFactor on Wednesday. That's right...such fun times...
So Thursday was the busiest work day of my life which gave me zero time to think about XF and Cyrus and then before I know it, Friday had arrived. THANK GOD.
Go to the gym, get ready as fast as possible and off to a double date with A, her bf, & Jake. Reminder - Jake and A's bf live together so this is a pretty tight knit grouping.
We grab dinner and go bowling. I pay for my dinner, he doesn't even attempt...guess this is really the norm with this guy...such is life, it's not like I can't afford my own meal...
Get to bowling and all they serve is beer. UGH, my least favorite thing. So the girls buy the beer, the guys buy the bowling and it begins.
First off, this bowling alley is ghetto as fuck, cold as fuck and dirty as fuck. NOT Elle approved in the slightest. I am used to bougey bowling....dark, EDM/Pop music, clean glow in the dark balls, waitresses and VODKA.
There was NONE of that. No music to be heard. KILL ME NOW.
We get through game one and I am ready to G O.
Oh no ya don't Elle, A's boyfriend loves bowling and they bought the unlimited package so we are committed until 1am. It's currently 11pm. HOLY GOD can I do this.
I chug some beer in hopes of warming up and hope that these hours will fly by. Mind you, I love the company of this group - we are having a great time but I am so cold and out of my element, I just want to go home.
Jake's being super cuddly and sweet. All the touchy feely cutsy shit. Towards the end of the night, I put my hands in his pockets with my arms wrapped around him...something I'd done 10x prior that night and he suddenly freaks out. "Get your hands out of my pockets!!!"
Ummmm...wtf, I've done this so many times, why now are you freaking out? So weird. Not a fan of this. Time to go. WTF.
We get in the car and I proceed to ignore him and talk to A the whole way. We get to my house and he asks if he can sleepover. Ugh, IDK I'm kinda drunk and salty towards you right now...but fineeee.
We get home, have sex and then get into a deep discussion about how I am the girl he has slept with the most consistently...Ummmmm...so that is a huge deal. You are 29 and I am your most consistent hook up? Hot damn this is training wheels x 100000000. IDK if I am cut out for this.
He's never been in love so I'd be his first...that means you get this incredible power to transform and mold them into the guy you want but you also have to do ALL the work. He won't understand heartbreak and sacrifice like you do, he won't know what it takes to KEEP a girl like you. That stuff can't be taught...I know that all too well...
Do I really want a project THIS big?
Could I get him to fall deep and hard enough to want to get married and have kids in the next few years?
Is it a risk I am willing to take?
How attached is he already?
Oh LAWDY. I feel myself getting attached as each day goes on...sex definitely fucks with your logic and my oh my is it goooooood. My brain is turning to mush for even considering legitimately dating him.
Stay tuned for the rest of the weekend...I am falling asleep typing which can only mean, this post is getting boring fast.
xo xo
Elle