4 Months 11 Days.

The problem with boys is their maturity level.

Girls, I am sure you can all agree with me on that.

Seriously, we love you, but do you have to get SO moody when one little thing doesn't go your way. ARGH!

Let me suggest to you one thing, DO NOT MENTION THE DUCT TAPE. By that, I mean, previous sexual relationships and experiences. The idea is this: everyone has a little peice of duct tape...everytime that duct tape is used, a little peice of that person is stuck on it. Kind of a gross concept, but you get the point. ANYWAYS, tonight in conversation, I accidentaly let a bit of the duct tape slip. My bad. I admit, I should have been more careful, but with the reaction I received one would think I admitted to murder. I literally got one word answers until I hung up after a five minute silence. No "I love you", no "Good night." This was half an hour ago. It is now 12:52 AM and he has not called me back. Maturity level?! Seriously?!

On a higher note, upon speaking to my cousin on a car ride, I was educated in the history of my aunt and uncle. The story is rather sweet. Apparently, my aunt and uncle were high school sweethearts and had been dating since they were fourteen-years-old. Let me tell you, that a HECK OF A LONG TIME has passed since those teenage years. Apparently, in high school, my aunt had told her then boyfriend, my current uncle, that she thought they should see other people for a little bit. My uncle, the bad ass tough guy, wouldn't stand for that. Him and a bunch of his "goons" decided to beat up on the prospective courter! An interesting way to prove his love for my aunt, but it worked!

So chickapoos, there is hope. For all of you who dream of marrying your high school sweethearts, it is not impossible! It is a feat that can be worked towards and made happen.

Love,
Miss Elizabeth