So Sassy, and I hit the clubs last night. I haven’t been to a club in what seems like a millennium, but she was insistent we go.

“Look, I KNOW you and Techno are totally going for something, but you need to have a night out.”

So I went we hung out, had a few drinks, danced with some strangers then headed back to my place to hang out, drink a little more and watch some movies. I don’t drink much, and I know how to maintain my low tolerance. That’s when we started to talk about him.

“I don’t know what to do about this situation. I’ve never felt this way about a guy before. Like I’ve never been so nervous. What do I do?”

“I’ve known him for a few years now, and just let him do it. Don’t rush because he likes to take the lead, and I’m sure you’ll be cool with that.”

“What if he never does?”

“Then he’d of said no anyways… he won’t though.”

“Why?”

“Oh my God, if you could SEE the way he looks at you. I wish I could get a guy to look at me like that. Correction I wish I could get a guy like HIM to look at me like that. He’s got everything, an amazing heart, great standards, objectives, goals, brains, looks… I also hear he’s pretty good. Not that I can say the source is entirely reliable, but…”

“Sassy my God!”

“What? It’s not like I’ve planned your wedding or anything. Although you would totally be wearing this amazing white dress, and your brides maids would have to be in a sunny yellow, since it looks awesome on me.”

“Shut up! Ha ha!”

“Well, you’re perfect together. I have to say I’m really jealous of you, like I would give my right eye to get a date with him. You have to do nothing, you just have to be who you are and he’s in love with you. He gives you this smile like no one else, it’s sooo full of life and it’s just glowing and beautiful. It’s perfect, you two in existence, together, are perfect. When you finally take the step to be together, it’ll be perfect, he’s your one. You’ll get married, you’ll have a white picket fence and a million kids, and I’ll be their god mother.”

“Ug stop, I hate this kind of talk.”

“No you don’t.”

“Ok I don’t, but I do. I don’t want to get my hopes up or rush anything like this so don’t do this. I mean ya he meets my standards, he’s everything I want. I would be lying if I didn’t say marriage hasn’t crossed my mind with him. Ya it has with other guys, but not like this. It’s so different. I can’t pin point it, he’s perfect. Damn how did I manage to get into this?”

“Be happy!”

“I can’t, I’m nervous as hell!”

“Don’t be, you’re not nervous.”

“Ya I am.”

“I think you’re in love.”

“No. I think I am too… shit.”

“It’s cute stop.”

“Shut up hahaha!”