It's way late and I need to be asleep, so I'll be brief. Today involved a date. That date involved hand-holding, cheek-kissing (this is a second date, I might add), and a gun. And by gun, I am not using an euphemism, I mean a Smith and Wesson. In my car. Loaded.
I am a good girl. I am. Like more goody-two-shoes than most women in this country, period. So how in HECK do I end up with a guy and a gun IN MY CAR???
I like hand-holding and kissing. I have missed kissing. I am worried I'll stick with this guy for the wrong reasons.
Argh. Too much thinking.
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