So I was thinking about it while out for coffee, and and I have spent nearly every Friday and Saturday night together since we started dating, with the exception of the first month and some randomness. So when you do the math, that’s about 200 nights of temptation.
Wouldn’t that make a great book title? You’d read it, right?
200 Nights of Temptation
by that girl who never really wonders anything on her blog even though she pretends to
Additionally… I dreamt about shoes last night. Not sure why. Comfy leather mules, to be specific.