Day 12

Today’s task is simple—check off my type so that I know what it is when I get drunk at a party.

I check off “Mr. Nice Guy” and “Handsome prince”. I feel like I should write a note in there to remind myself that hey, I have a boyfriend, I don’t need to know my type.

But I don’t write that—I’m just going to bet I don’t get so drunk I forget I have Mike. I don’t drink, anyways.

I head to my one class for the day, and that passes quickly.

Then I head to the bus stop. I’m going to meet Mike.

I’m going to a potluck for his church group with him. Should be fun.

The potluck is okay. Good food, and by now I know most of the people there (the kids, anyways. I don’t know all the adults). There is sort of an awkward moment when they’re all praying and I’m just sitting there, but what else should I expect? It’s their church group. I sit quiet and try not to interrupt them.

One of the parents there mentions us going to visit the old ladies last week. Apparently they thought Mike and I made a cute couple. I like hearing this.

Later, Mike and I return to my dorm.

I won’t tell you what we do, but I will say that I love him. So much. And I don’t like that he’s now gone, because I want to be with him still.

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I still feel awkward and uncomfortable around people praying.
I mean, I know well enough to be quiet and respectful, but still. I feel like I'm intruding on a private moment by being there.