During Seminary, we were doing group work. Brad wasn't very motivated and was fooling around, but I wasn't very motivated either, so our poor friend was doing a lot of it on her own.
Anyhow, there was a point where Brad tossed his phone into the trash can. It was a small flip phone, so he didn't care for it too much. So I picked it out, flipped it open, and started typing in my number to save as a contact.
Brad asked what I was doing and I replied, "Saving my number in your phone," or something like that at least. I thought I was being pretty clever.
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Giddy
Non-FictionA hopeless romantic's reality check. Problem: Lately, I've been having a bit of trouble with boys. Not real trouble, but trouble. These are just some situations in which I have interacted with them, or have had just gone into deep thoughts about the...
