Oh. My. GAWD. ya’ll.
I’m freaking out, but not really freaking out, but KINDA FREAKING OUT HERE. But not really. Not like I could stop the progression of time, right? It was bound to happen, and I couldn’t be happier for him, but still OMG YA’LL!
And ya’ll are like “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT WOMAN” aren’t ya? Yeah.
So, let’s have a MUSICAL INTERLUDE! See if you can infer what I’m currently NOT FREAKING OUT ABOUT AT ALL! Because it was BOUND to happen sooner or later. I can’t help it if my mama’s heart was still hoping for ‘later’…
Yeah. Time to check the expiration date on those condoms in the window, huh?
(Quickstats - she’s a co-worker, 18, 5′2″, curly hair, cute, bubbly, sweet and has liked him for MONTHS. Out of the blue, finally, with a little nudging from his BFF, he made a move. Clearly a move she’s been waiting for. and again. OMG YA’LL! And all this is kinda vague on purpose, since I didn’t exactly CLEAR this post with the kid. *L*)
