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Go ahead & invite yourself. Thanks.
OMG OMG OMG OMG BLAIR BLAIR BLAIR!
Monthly party! Always a reason to celebrate
THIS RIGHT HERE. I was just saying how I would like to do this monthly…
There’s a rush I get talking to guys. Making the eye contact, saying something witty. Laughing out loud. Touching his shoulder, tousling my hair. Seeing how much I can say with my hips, my eyes, and with a lick of my lips.
Each boy is a new test. The quicker I get a sense of the material, the more I have to work with. I desperately want to pass because it’s the validation I need. The feeling of knowing I can coax my way into a boy’s mind, that I can feel his eyes follow me around a room. Being wanted and perused is such a turn on.
A kiss on the cheek, an arm around the waist, a hug a bit longer than it should, where his hands slide down a bit too far, a quick squeeze, a light touch, a suggestive comment. The tone in their voice or look in their eye when they realize where this could be going.
The boys that can play the game better than you, that throw that curve ball question, come in close to tell you something because the “room’s too loud” or sneak a kiss in a crowded room without anyone seeing. The ones that all but whisper “you want this” with their eyes, lips, touch.
I love the the power to say “no.” The “you wish” or “I dare you” looks you can flash across a room, with a raised eyebrow, a hand on your waist and a question in your eyes. It’s those boys that take the dare…
Letting him get away with the little things, knowing you control the situation and it’s going exactly the way you planned.
Being a woman is wonderful.
Not naming any names but………..
SO RELEVANT.
Whatever, my friends are on their way! :)
REMINDER: I’M HAVING A GRADUATION/HOUSEWARMING PARTY THIS SATURDAY
Do me a favor and just RSVP so I don’t have to invite everyone!
Jack Daniel’s Tennessee Honey
“Why do you have this?”
“For my boys.”
“It’s honey?!”
“Yes! It’s summer. Duh.”“I imagine my future husband will smell like this all the time.”
“So you mean ___________” “Well, yes. Obviously. I already texted him.”
This stuff smells like heaven. I was told it tastes just as good.
