evan tues. good hugs chai talk grass 1972. pb animals buffets. in The Wonderland Years: 2015. Done.

  • Nov. 9, 2015, 3:58 a.m.
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yeah so tues. we talked a lot. well. i talked a lot i talk more than him. except for when he’s kissing me. yay. and he gives good hugs too i told him that while i was waiting in line. he liked the pumpkin muffin i’d gotten and told me ‘you picked a good muffin’. he had the rest of my chai right before we left he said something like ‘this is chai’ and i’m like ‘of course it is i ordered chai so i would hope that’s what it is’. and then prior to leaving we’re sitting and i tell him ‘this is chai btw’ and he’s ‘i know i was there when you ordered it’ ‘oh’ ‘not that it was obvious to you’. um and we talked some more about chai. i told him i like spicy chai better and he’s ‘chai is supposed to be spicy’.
oh i told him that that fresh cut grass smell is a distress signal. i explained this to him like 2 more times but each time i had to say ‘lawn’ and not ‘grass’ cause the term ‘grass’ makes me think of weed. and i’m like ‘this is not 1972’.
also when i was in line i saw these wrapped peanut butter dudes and i’m ‘ooh peanut butter. i loved peanut butter.’ ‘my dad loved peanut butter’. his dad passed a little over 1, 2 yrs. ago. apparently evan’s mom asked his dad if there was anything he wanted and he said peanut butter and then that v. same day he passed. i know that his dad was wise and anti-beatles. and in his 70’s. [oh he’d had a prior marriage before he met evan’s mom].
oh also when we were sitting we well i mentioned his 3 fave animals which used to be chameleons, tigers and um ducks but now they’re chamelons, snow leopards and. ducks.
so on our way to the park we talked about buffets. i told him a story about my former friend michael and a buffet. turns out evan also likes buffets.
um. when we were in the mall i asked him what he wants for the holidays and he’s like ‘actually if i had you that would make me happier than anything’. i mean wow. he certainly knows how to please a lady.


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