just dropped jessica off at work. i couldn't stick around and distract her because of work i must do tomorrow -- so i'm alone for the first time in at least a week, probably more. shortly, i'll take a shower, probably read for a few and then go to bed. and she won't be there to cuddle with.
i don't like it. the time i've spent with her so far has been so wonderful, i can't imagine wanting anything more. she's everything i've wanted in a girl for as long as i can recall. she's eager to talk and learn and a lot smarter than most people would give her credit for (BECAUSE of her looks and profession -- stereotypes indeed), she's a killer artist with great ideas for her clothing company i'll hopefully be helping her build, she's absolutely fucking outrageous in manner and style and, well, she's completely beautiful. more beautiful than any girl i've ever touched.
HOW can you beat that package? you can't, by god, and i don't want to try. i want her, all of her.
i don't like it. the time i've spent with her so far has been so wonderful, i can't imagine wanting anything more. she's everything i've wanted in a girl for as long as i can recall. she's eager to talk and learn and a lot smarter than most people would give her credit for (BECAUSE of her looks and profession -- stereotypes indeed), she's a killer artist with great ideas for her clothing company i'll hopefully be helping her build, she's absolutely fucking outrageous in manner and style and, well, she's completely beautiful. more beautiful than any girl i've ever touched.
HOW can you beat that package? you can't, by god, and i don't want to try. i want her, all of her.
I'm just smirking at the phrase "beat that package"
we park our car in the same garage my friend!
g'luck with jess.