Sorry I haven't written for awhile. I've been busy. My Mom forced me to get a tutor, I only did because she wanted me to. Just so happened my tutor is the guy who asked me out. I almost walked out the door but my mom was there and she gave me her 'don't fuck with me' look.
Meaning I was screwed.
The hour and a half I spent with him twice a week, for the past month haven't been so bad. Not as bad as I thought they would be. I kept finding myself laughing at the things he would say and when I did he always gave me this dopey smile.
I would ask him what he was looking at and he would only smile wider before saying nothing.
