Looks like my HOT, HOT Yoga Guy is taking me GO-KARTING on Friday. Did I mention that he also chews Bubble Tape? The kind that comes coiled in round, plastic containers? There's a chance I'm dating a 7-year-old, but he's so freakin' hot I'm not sure I care. If and when the day comes that I'm like "I'm dating a 7-year-old...and I am so annoyed I don't even care that he's hot anymore" well--if and when that day comes, I'll reconsider.
For now...I'm totally into my HOT, HOT Yoga Guy. I am riddled simultaneously with euphoria and anxiety, but apparently that's the price to pay for dating such a dreamboat. Or at least it's the price to pay when you're me.
SIGH.
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