I am a pretty girl! I'm smart and funny and any guy would be lucky to have me!
Now why won't the cute, nice, funny, charming, down-to-earth, amazing guy I went on a date with a couple days ago call me? I know we had fun. I'm about 98% sure he likes me.
What. The. Fuck?
Seriously.
I'm doing better peeps, and not just because of the date...which was great and I hope will happen again. Mostly I'm doing better because I have amazing friends, even if they aren't close by. That and it's the nature of the crazy. But mostly the former.
I just really, reallllly, realllllllllllllllllly want him to call me. I'm getting all girlie and nervous over here, which I hate being. I only get this way about a fella I really dig though, so take it to mean what you will.
Ugh. Wish me luck guys. Kendragon needs a nice guy to keep being nice or her faith in goodness may just be crushed all together.
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