Jesus Christ. Okay. I do not have a curfew. You can call me at any time. But when I fell in love with you at first sight at my favorite restaurant, then i realized you were the coolest California girl ever (BTW, I just moved down from Eureka, California, where I was living after Vegas with My worst gf yet), and then I came in and found you with a catfish in my bathtub, I already knew you were that one.
And I've never seen a more beautiful exotic face than I can explain, and you make me laugh more than anyone else...so it's Wednesday. And it's better to be on the phone, it cost me because
$1.50 per minute - and while you're worth it - I'd rather spend money on you than, babycakes.
You know, I'm impulsive but my impulsivity usually goes somewhere well.