So we went out that night. Picked her up from her house. She looks gorgeous as per usual. Sigh.
Went to some place for a drink or two. Just chatting. Eventually though, she brings up the CD, and asks me... so how does it end?
In typical fashion I refuse to give a straight answer, dance around the question for abit. Tell her to go home and listen to it again and she'll get it. Tralalala I'm pretending to watch football. I hate football.
She says no. Haha. I love her because she's strong.
Okay... compromise. We'll go back to her place, she'll run in, listen to it again, run out and tell me she gets it. Yeah?
Apparently not... we reach her place but she refuses to move till I make some sort of explanation. Pops her seatbelt off, gets comfy in the seat, folds her arms, and waits.
Haha... god she's cute. Uh oh.
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