Nephilim96
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There's this thing I want to be called "satisfied." I want a companion, not a fucking maid.
same thing
There's this thing I want to be called "satisfied." I want a companion, not a fucking maid.
There's this thing I want to be called "satisfied." I want a companion, not a fucking maid.
I got a better idea, never speak to her again.
Fuck finding your solemate, just make sure she can iron a shirt.
Fuck finding your solemate, just make sure she can iron a shirt.
So, last time I talked to my girl, she asked out of the blue, "do you believe in soulmates?" My answer was no, not in the sense that it's predestined or anything, but some people are compatible to their cores. The thing about her is that we've always felt the same things, even though we haven't said them out loud. Each time, though, one of us would end up saying it and we'd realize yet again we're on the same page. I have a feeling she asked me because she thinks we are, because the more I think about her, the more I think we are. But I can't be sure unless it's said out loud.
What do you guys think?
Edit: This all seems way too weird sometimes when I think about my age.
Date three with Kelly tonight. We're going to some dubstep concert, not sure what is going on after that. Should be fun.
HUMPING
Date three: Secks.
Well that's just mean. You almost made me burn the cookies I was baking. Hmmm now that just won't do.