So, old Benny slipped one past the goalie. A good friend of mine who I would have less then regular booty calls with met me at a pub the other day, which I thought was to have a couple drinks and go back to my place. To my surprise the first thing she said was "promise you won't freak out, cause then I'm going to freak out..." Then she explained she's got a bun in the oven, approx 5 1/2 weeks. I'm being as supportive as I know how, ensuring her either way I'm not about to blame her or take off. But, personally I'm freaking out! This, obviously, isn't an ideal situation she says she's not keeping but at the same time, she is a smart attractive girl who has her shit together, so I mean worse things could happen. I dunno, I guess I'm ok either way but, fuck me I can only imagine how she must feel.
On a positive note, I guess this means I still have some lead in the pencil š