Dude, hot Navy guy Gilbert hasn't called me in 3 days. I don't know what happened. My mom thinks I killed him with my rancid cooking.....what if I did? I don't want to call him because I am a big stubbron mule and want to stick to my saying "alison doesn't call boys, boys call alison." Maybe I did scare him off with my cooking. what if he had bubble guts and the green apple splatters all day and is trying to recover? I mean I know I haven't had to cook in a few years, but most of what I made him hadden't expired too long ago. It should still be okay, I ate the same thing and I'm fine. Plus he had navy food for 20 years, his taste buds should be non-exsistant and his stomach cast iron by now. I should be able to feed him rotten liver in a dirty ashtray and he would like it. navy food isn't fit for prisoners! Crap....what do I do? what does it mean? I swear I never farted around him....that I know of. hummmm
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i don't know what it means. too bad you can't be all jr. high and send him a note. "mark the yes box if you like me" it would be so much easier huh?
oh and keep us updated
OHHH....I never thought of that! LOL I should send him a note. LOL It was so much easier back then. Oh well. still haven't heard from him. Maybe I did kill him with my cooking. LOL
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