Remember him? Or at least the creepy letter I sent with my hair in it?
So I was at this guy's house, staying over and such because he was a three hour train ride away. He was making some sort of bacon sandwich somethings, and offered me one. I declined and said that I wasn't hungry, although I really was. To put it lightly, I'm a little shy about eating in front of people. After a while of him and his dad pestering me, I gave in and decided to have some bacon. He made it and when he brought it to me, I walked into the kitchen, sat on the floor, and ate it. I wouldn't let either of them come near me or look at me until I was done.
That may or may not have been part of why he stopped talking to me after a while.
Definitely why I'm single, though.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
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