It’s coming. The day of roses, red dresses, boxes of chocolate, and way too much PDA. So what do I get to do? Share dating stories without shame.
He put the child-lock on my door.
This was no accident either.
I understand wanting to open the door for me when I get into the car, that’s wonderful and I sort have come to expect that from the dapper men in good ole Provo, Utah. But also wanting to open it when I get out? Maybe that’s a little much. He said he knew I would be stubborn so he put the child-lock on so that I would be forced to wait for him to walk around.
There was no second date.
If you treat me like a child, I’ll act like one.
I took these to a party and by the time I made it from the front door to the serving area they were almost gone!
For you food photographers out there… A little natural light is all you need for a great photo. Too bad I’m not creative at all with cookies and just end up stacking them each time… sorry!