So. Instead of writing it all out for you guys again, here's a nice summary:
I NEED HELP! ADVICE! PLEASE! Patrick suggested we move in together! Ok, calming down now...anyway, we were lying in post-coital silence together when Patrick started complimenting me on how the apartment was coming along and then I teased him about how he's going to want to be there all the time because it's so lovely and plus we can be aalone together, and then...he said..."Well, maybe I should just move in."
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awkward silence
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"What?"
So again, to make a long story short, I told him that it was too soon and then he acted hurt so I told him I would think about it and blah blah blah...HELP! Should we? You know, live together?!
Okay, so that was my earlier entry that got erased, right? Well I came back to fill you in on another sudden development.
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I was reading my Flannery O'Connor short story book when suddenly there was a knock at the door along with a man's voice calling out, "Delivery!"
We all know that Patrick likes to er, give me stuff. I'm not bragging, it is just a very known fact.
But he's really outdone himself.
Ladies, fellas, boys, girls,
Patrick bought me...a telescope.
Not just any telescope but this telescope:
It is 900 dollars.
Talk about putting me between a rock and a hard place. I mean, it is a NICE telescope. And I would like to own it. But does that mean I owe him something, now? Something like oh, say, an apartment?!
I need your help!
*elaine*