I don’t know what type of radar system boys have instilled
in their brains that go off when you start talking to someone knew- but they
never fail. NEVER.
Tuesday while anxiously waiting for Salty’s plane to land,
Cole sent me a text.
Randomly on Wednesday, Johnny Tsunami hit me up. (I haven’t
heard from him in legitimately almost a year.)
Thursday, work boyfriend randomly texted me and asked me if
I was busy and what I was doing.
Friday, while getting ready to go out, GQ randomly texted
me. (But we all know that I LOVED this…
especially when I found out that he also smokes. Yes, it is official, ladies and gentleman; I
am in love.)
Saturday morning when I woke up, I had a Valentine ecard
from Matt:
My Kings husband called me on Sunday.
Arrrsssseeeeenioooo sent me a text this morning.
Seriously, boys? Is this real life?
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