I’ve been hit on twice in the last 10 days. Which, of course, is inevitable, considering I ride the bus to work everyday and different men are coming into the bank all day long. But nonetheless, whenever it happens, I feel extremely creeped out and wish that Andy could be right there when it happens.
It happened again today. When he asked my name and told me how cute I was, I promptly opened my car door and said, “Okay, well… I have a boyfriend.” When he kept trying, I proceeded to close my door and drive away.
Later, I went into my pictures file and started sifting through photos from July. And they make me so incredibly happy. And since I have been talking too much about non-important stuff, I’d like to remind those who care that Andy and I are wonderful and going very strong. I’ve never been so happy in my whole life.