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I wonder if everything I do I do instead of something I want to do more . . .
In the midst of experimenting with this whole dating thing, I've realized a few things . . .
I am worth someone's time. I am worth more than the occasional "Oh look, I'm free tonight, are you?" text message when it's convenient. In fact, I am worth a spot in someone's schedule. I am worth someone wanting to plan to see me. I am worth the occasional phone call. I am worth someone's attention, even in the company of others. I am worth more than an occasional night of rolling around under the covers.
No matter how bright, witty, geeky, nerdy, adorable, and all around perfect I may think someone is, from now on they shall fall to the bottom of my list of priorities if they can't see all of these things.
And because I'm such a dork, I'm going to save this one in memories, for me to read over and over again when I forget (as I no doubt often will).
I am worth someone's time. I am worth more than the occasional "Oh look, I'm free tonight, are you?" text message when it's convenient. In fact, I am worth a spot in someone's schedule. I am worth someone wanting to plan to see me. I am worth the occasional phone call. I am worth someone's attention, even in the company of others. I am worth more than an occasional night of rolling around under the covers.
No matter how bright, witty, geeky, nerdy, adorable, and all around perfect I may think someone is, from now on they shall fall to the bottom of my list of priorities if they can't see all of these things.
And because I'm such a dork, I'm going to save this one in memories, for me to read over and over again when I forget (as I no doubt often will).
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Any chance you'd want to send me the recipe? :)