Saturday afternoon, cell rings, caller ID says it's MGH's grandma's house.
MGH: So I want to go to Vegas the weekend of the 1st to the 3rd of May... will you be there?
Me: Yes.
MGH: So... I can... book my flight and... stay at your place?
Me: (internally) Are you fucking CRAZY?! (spoken) Of course! You just book your shit and give me the time and place and I'll be there. Whatever you need, don't even worry about it!
I am now planning a 21st birthday celebration for a boy... with a girlfriend... that is NOT me.
Why the FUCK am I so damn stupid around this boy? Fuck, fuck, fuck, man!
I had been doing GREAT before this... laughing, smiling, studying... and he worked his way into my life again... posting his little poker-related comments, texting me... and SNAP! In less than 2 weeks, he caught me.
I'm a fucking moron.
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