The Perfect Guy Part Three.....

Side note: My birthday is over. Finally. Today didn't go as planned but then again nothing ever does. OH AND ONE OF MY EX CRUSHES CALLED ME TO SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND IT WAS REALLY SUPER AWKWARD. But the highlight the very first person to wish me a happy birthday at exactly 12 right now was also the last person I spoke to on my birthday. 24 hour nostalgia at it's best. Also I just realized that i have a thousand page views on this blog and 500 on my other one I absolutely live you guys keep the emails coming I love talking to you! So here's a birthday gift from me to you. My boy experience Part Trois....

Fast Forward; This was the period of time where I was freaking out panicking and crying because he was coming to New York and I didn't know what to do, what to wear, what to talk about, where to go and ect.... So I was a hot mess. I had to call my friend to calm me down. [ didn't work] Because the thing is video chatting someone and texting them and all this stuff through social media is NOT the same thing as meeting them in person. Like its actually really scary because you never know how the person is like in person or how they act/look/height (APPARENTLY I'M SHORT BUT I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THAT) I remember the first day I ever skyped with him and he was like would you talk to me/ be my friend if I couldn't walk ( and like video chat is only from waist so picture my face.) I said yes because why not. And he was so freaking serious he was like because I can't and it didn't really natter all that much (okay I was freaking out a little because it got so serious) but then he said he was kidding and that I was good person *sighs in relief*. Literally that's all I thought about the whole entire time and then it was time to meet him in NYC and I was shaking during the whole bus ride. It was seriously a 100 degrees out and here I was having a seizure because I was cold and scared. So I went to the Marriott where he was staying with his family and I'm literally just waiting in the lobby and the elevator opens and then *heart attack*........

xxxx.

- Ayssatou