He might be reading my diary

We danced! In the kitchen! I hugged him so hard. Fuck. How many times have I mentioned that here? A dozen? A billion?? I’ve wanted someone who would dance with me forever. 

Then we went for a drive. I was the passenger. He still opens the door for me. What?

Then! We’re in a big swanky neighbourhood and there’s someone stopped on the side of the road, he makes like he’s going to pull up next to them and says “ask them if they have any grey poupon!” I nearly died laughing. 

Then ice cream

Then love-making

Then snuggles for an hour. 

I don’t believe this man. 

Don’t.

But I fucking love it! 

😁

Then again, he said he loves my flat ass so I should probably end this immediately. 

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