Supposedly, I am being "seen". Someone is "seeing me". I am "the new girl you're seeing". This is news to me. Good mother-truckin' news.
I wonder if I'm allowed to tell anyone yet.
He told me I smelled good today. I thought that was adorable. Then he told me I smelled like steak. I am "seeing" a man with a gut and a nose for meat...and I like it!
VIVA!
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