If things in my life are going badly...or if they're just silly and normal...I can ramble and write/spout off nonsense for hours. But...when things are going really, really well and I'm scared, I tend to not write...not want to talk about it all. Shut down. Bottle it up. Not KNOW what to say. Whatever is in that fear make me not want to bare my soul as usual. This is when I SHOULD wear my heart on my sleeve, but instead I wipe it off, and hide it in my pocket.
I went out Friday night, and....I met someone. We really, really hit it off. I think some of you who know me really well would be shocked at how good looking he is. His name is Paul, he's 29, and he's only been in San Antonio for about a week. Anyway, we talked all night, I drank a little too much, and so did he, so the night didn't actually end that well because there was an argument between him and Andrea. I thought he was a little rude, and also maybe he would be scared off. But we were texting last night, and we're going to meet up next Friday. I really do think he should apologize to Andrea first though. Although, I'm so green with this dating thing...I almost think that's too much to ask when you're getting to know someone. I don't know, you tell me. Saturday I pretty much did nothing but recover. And then Sunday, Andrea, Gabby, and I went hiking. We did a Level 4 out of 5 trail for an hour and a half. I'm not sure how many miles it...
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