Andrew and I went to Disneyland on Sunday and Monday and it was kind of the greatest Disney trip I’ve been on.
Before I finish the story, know that we have known each other for seven years and have been best friends for a very long time and we call each other our co-pilots. Because we’re adorable. You may have seen me mention him on here before, we did our little podcast together and we hang out all the time.
So, Sunday night we went to our favorite spot to watch the fireworks, in front of It’s a Small World. Not many people were there and it was quiet and just perfect. During the lovey-dovey part with all of the love songs playing, Andrew tapped me on the shoulder and said “I have something to ask you” and I’m like “oh my goodness WHAT” and he whispered in my ear, “Will you be my official co-pilot?” So I put my hands in my face because I was trying not to cry and then he said “look down” and I looked down and he was holding a miniature airplane.
I said yes and that’s the story of how I got a boyfriend. I’m very happy.
i was shopping today and a guy started talking to me and asked if we could exchange numbers and when i told him that i wasn’t interested and said no thank you he called me a “fucking whore bitch” and stomped off