My Own Disaster Date
Okay... Where to start from... Let's see... He came. We met. It ended. You say you love someone, you want to be with them. Establish a long lasting relationship. You guys have been talking for some time and now you want to meet. And you show up half-drunk. To say I was disappointed would be me making an understatement. Who does that? And why? Let me explain. For the purpose of this article, let's call him D. So D and I got talking last year when a mutual friend did the hookup. He gave him my digits and we started communicating--calls, texts and all that jazz. The first day we spoke for hours, it was like we've known for years! I was floored. And we continued like that until fast forward four months later. I return home from uni for the holidays and we agree to meet. Face to face. Prior to this, the whole time I was in school and we were talking, he was already asking me out. We were both coming out of messy relationships. We had that in common. Relationships