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karriezaiNow I want an iPhone. Before I honestly didn't want one. I wanted to get Danny one because he really wants one, but I didn't want one. Justin showed me the new update though and the additions are so freaking cool. Meh.
On the plus side I should start making more money with this new job, so I can save more. I don't know if I'd reasonably be able to save up enough for two iPhones and the cost of Danny's cancellation fee though. But I bet if I paid for either the phone or the cancellation fee, he'd get the other. He wants it.
I'm excited. A little nervous, but excited. I'm not exactly sure what to wear, so I'm wearing jeans, a nice tee, and my mostly white tennis shoes. It's a Hooters, they can't expect extremely formal wear. I might call at two or so, though, and ask just in case. I hope I don't need to bring pantyhose this time, or the all white tennis shoes, because I don't have them yet. Well, I have white tennis shoes, but I haven't seen if they fit yet and they need inserts. So yeah.
Oh, and. Danny and I drank the night before last and we talked about his only relatively serious past relationship: Kati. It started with him musing about if he hadn't had the accident that caused him to leave the Air Force. "If it hadn't happened, I'd probably still be in the Air Force, in an unhappy marriage to Kati." Which was a weird thought. I don't know if it would have gone that far, but he was a different person then. I didn't know him. He said he and Kati only got along when they were drunk. Simple things Danny and I do, they never could have. Like eat lunch at Arby's and just talk.
It was a weird conversation but for some reason didn't bother me nearly as much as it used to. I even tried to help him find her on myspace or facebook, though he couldn't remember her last name. Well, he remembered one of her last names... her married one or something. But not whatever it would be now. Which is another weird thing -- she had been married before, she had a kid named Jacob, and she was only a few months older than Danny. He was only 21 or so. But those are the girls in Tucson, he says.
I saw a picture of her. She was definitely pretty. I told him, "She's pretty, but you'll understand that I'm relieved she wasn't a supermodel." He paused before answering... don't remember what he answered anymore, just the pause. I don't know. She may well have been prettier than me -- it's hard to tell from one picture, especially when she was making a face. I guess it depends on taste. But it doesn't matter.
I think it's because lately it's been really sinking in how permanent Danny and I are. Like I've known, technically, but for some reason it's really been hitting me. Like how I can get into any of his accounts -- and he could get into mine if he could only remember my passwords. I tell him, they're just too complex for him. x) And how we play-argue about kids names in front of his mom. And basically how I can't picture my future without him and I know he feels the same.
So what does it really matter what his old girlfriend was like? Of course he cared for her and still would. As he put it, he has a hero complex and would do whatever he could to go help her if she called for some reason and said she needed it. I'm sure it would be weird if that actually happened, though considering that he can't for the life of him reach her I doubt she could find him to ask for help even if she was somehow inclined to. But regardless, it doesn't matter, because I know how he feels about me. And I have no reason to be threatened by another girl, ex or not.
I love him so much.
On the plus side I should start making more money with this new job, so I can save more. I don't know if I'd reasonably be able to save up enough for two iPhones and the cost of Danny's cancellation fee though. But I bet if I paid for either the phone or the cancellation fee, he'd get the other. He wants it.
I'm excited. A little nervous, but excited. I'm not exactly sure what to wear, so I'm wearing jeans, a nice tee, and my mostly white tennis shoes. It's a Hooters, they can't expect extremely formal wear. I might call at two or so, though, and ask just in case. I hope I don't need to bring pantyhose this time, or the all white tennis shoes, because I don't have them yet. Well, I have white tennis shoes, but I haven't seen if they fit yet and they need inserts. So yeah.
Oh, and. Danny and I drank the night before last and we talked about his only relatively serious past relationship: Kati. It started with him musing about if he hadn't had the accident that caused him to leave the Air Force. "If it hadn't happened, I'd probably still be in the Air Force, in an unhappy marriage to Kati." Which was a weird thought. I don't know if it would have gone that far, but he was a different person then. I didn't know him. He said he and Kati only got along when they were drunk. Simple things Danny and I do, they never could have. Like eat lunch at Arby's and just talk.
It was a weird conversation but for some reason didn't bother me nearly as much as it used to. I even tried to help him find her on myspace or facebook, though he couldn't remember her last name. Well, he remembered one of her last names... her married one or something. But not whatever it would be now. Which is another weird thing -- she had been married before, she had a kid named Jacob, and she was only a few months older than Danny. He was only 21 or so. But those are the girls in Tucson, he says.
I saw a picture of her. She was definitely pretty. I told him, "She's pretty, but you'll understand that I'm relieved she wasn't a supermodel." He paused before answering... don't remember what he answered anymore, just the pause. I don't know. She may well have been prettier than me -- it's hard to tell from one picture, especially when she was making a face. I guess it depends on taste. But it doesn't matter.
I think it's because lately it's been really sinking in how permanent Danny and I are. Like I've known, technically, but for some reason it's really been hitting me. Like how I can get into any of his accounts -- and he could get into mine if he could only remember my passwords. I tell him, they're just too complex for him. x) And how we play-argue about kids names in front of his mom. And basically how I can't picture my future without him and I know he feels the same.
So what does it really matter what his old girlfriend was like? Of course he cared for her and still would. As he put it, he has a hero complex and would do whatever he could to go help her if she called for some reason and said she needed it. I'm sure it would be weird if that actually happened, though considering that he can't for the life of him reach her I doubt she could find him to ask for help even if she was somehow inclined to. But regardless, it doesn't matter, because I know how he feels about me. And I have no reason to be threatened by another girl, ex or not.
I love him so much.
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