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IMPROVISED LETTER TO MY BELOVED READERS

Dear Facebook and Twitter stalkers who reads this (as well as those few other people who have stumbled upon this post by accident),

It was my 18th birthday on August 1st.

Out of over 20 people to who I talk to daily,only 3 โ€“ 4 of them actually remembered of it and sent me some really nice words on my special day. So,thank you from the bottom of my heart,guys! I won’t forget it,believe me ๐Ÿ™‚

And you know what’s funny: Today,when I’m writing this,is August 7th and people still keep congrating me now. It’s like a chain reaction or something! Like… B*tch,it was a week ago,don’t think that congrating me now will make me feel any better,alright? If you didn’t remember it on 1st then you just didn’t,at least don’t greet me right now because it’s really embarassing for me and I am sure,for you as well,I’m just saying.

So,with all of this I’m just trying to say – Thank you to those VERY few people who did congrat me on my birthday โ€“ that was very thoughtful of you! And to those who didn’t โ€“ I hate you. No seriously,I really do.

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Sincerely,

I’m 18 now,YOU MAD?

 

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The meeting: Aftermath

The good news are,I survived. Woohoo! Honestly,when I wrote that post yesterday,for a split second I truly thought “what if he’s a serial killer?”

And then I also thought,if I die,who will notify my Facebook and Twitter friends?

But that was that,really. By the time I got out of the house,I was full of positive thoughts and tried my best to keep it that way,at least untill I get to the place we were supposed to meet.

So,there’s not really much I could say about this… meeting,because that was really what it was,a meetingย and nothing more. It wasn’t a date because it didn’t really feel that way… Is that bad?

And I honestly thought it’ll last longer than it did but ofcourse,the mother nature had her own plans and soon enough a storm started and we were basically running for our lifes to not to get either soaked or struck by lightning. Which we didn’t – phew! – but that was close.

In any way,these 35 minutes were pretty nice,I mean there’s nothing bad I could say about it other than that most likely,we won’t be meeting again. At least not in a date-ish way anyway.

But just to calm you guys down,he wasn’t a maniac (at least he didn’t seem like one!),he wasn’t 50 either,in fact he was exactly the same as in his profile picture,which I have to say was releasing.

Needless to mention,I had like tons of make-up on my face for this meeting. Seriously,next time I go out,I’ll go all natural and sh*t. If he won’t like me like that,his loss not mine. Right?

After this meeting,I already know that whoever I go on a date with someday,I will want to sit down and talk because

a) walking and talking is kind of exhausting and b) I just want to experience at least once in my life the way how people date in the movies – you know,the caffeterias and drinks (okay,I don’t drink but just go with it,alright?) and talks and romance and stuff like that…

You know,every girl,and it’s not just me,I mean every girl deserves a fairytale date once in a while,where the guy would take you out to some nice place,be a gentleman and make you feel comfortable the way you are.

So,I guess I’m still waiting for that one beautiful date to happen. But untill then…

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