Went on practice date tonight
L.
I went out this evening on a sort of practice date since I haven't been on a real date in years. I went to the places I would like to take you, and I really sort of enjoyed myself. I think on our real date I will get three roses and tie them up with a little ribbon bow to give you first. I also don't know if I should make this a dinner date or just make this a "drinks out late" sort of date. If it's a dinner date I need to work on that and maybe slow down eating a bit.
I still haven't worked out how to ask you to go out with me... I mean I just want somehow things to work. I don't know if you have a BF or SO or anything, but I really hope that you will give me a shot for at least one eve. I still haven't thought of anything more beautiful than your eyes. They have been haunting me for a week, I just am so unsure of approaching you, and so unsure of myself it seems.
I just hope this works. I have been so lonely for so long.
J.
it made me mist up a little. for my city, for the innocence of its residents, for cute heterosexual practices.
20 parts poemas de amor, 2 parts cotton sweaters from the gap. pour over tiny asian girl and shake.
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