visiting my girlfriend.
Yesterday afternoon went Ike this: got out late from work and made the mad dash, two hour drive to the old town and made it to the jewelry store right before it closed. Picked up the ring, shook hands, and smiled. I can’t believe I have it. It is in my backpack now, but I am too afraid to look at it. I am afraid I will tip her off. I dont know if I should propose this weekend or not. I bought this book that is made for doing proposals with. Its one of those that has a carved out center, but the center of this one is just a very small carved heart, big enough to put the ring in. Vthe book is titled love stories. I couldn’t think of a more fitting way to propose to this girl.
I love her so much. I really do.
I got to go out to my favorite bar last night with her. I don’t know if she knows it’s my favorite bar, but it is. So many good times there. I know it s corny, but if you want to talk about places where I have grown, that’s one of them. The food was okay, and so was the beer, but the best part was just being able to be there with her. It had been too long since we had been able to just hangout at a bar, the two of us, away from everyone and everything else. I can’t believe that some day we will get to do this any time we want- until we have kids.
Might get to see other old friends tonight. It will make me realize how much I have changed in the past six months, which, socially speaking, is not much at all. Maybe people don’t really change- maybe they just become more of who they are.
Hells bells, time for coffee and more doing nothing.
