The Friends

Okay. Yeah. So we had "the talk."

I know. I know. I know. It's too soon. One month and we're having this important conversation. But I'll get there in a sec. First the "meet the friends" story.

Sixty knocks on the door, I open it, and I just about melted. He looked absolutely adorable -- searsucker pants, green button down shirt, brown loafers, and everything pressed. I just had the biggest grin on my face and was so excited about this evening.

I drove since I knew my way to town better, and we had a great time just talking and laughing the whole way there. He couldn't keep his hands off me while I was under the wheel, and I was loving it. We get to the OSU campus, and there is a football scrimmage at the same time as the concert. So we had to park about a mile away - literally - and I was wearing heels. Ugh. Talk about blisters! I thought I was going to die. Not to mention that it was about 90 million degrees outside, and I was sweating like a mo' fo'.

We get to the arena, and the first person I see is Clint. We chatted for a bit, and then I headed up to the stands to see the girls, who had saved us some seats. But the seats were at the end of the row, so we had to pass quite a few people before we got there. However, that gave me a perfect opportunity to introduce him as I walked across. I get to my friend Annie first.

"Annie? This is Sixty. Sixty? Annie."

He gives her a fist pound.

Everyone died laughing. I thought I was going to split a gut. It was really funny. Anyway, so we get to our seats, and again -- arm over me, hand on my leg, holding my hand. It was almost like "Hey world. She's with me." And I loved it!! The best part was that he enjoyed himself with all of the talented shows that we saw.

After the show - where my sorority won best costumes! - we went down on the floor to meet the girls that were in the show. I got bombarded with hugs from the girls, and then I realized I was totally leaving Sixty behind. How humiliating. He looked like he had no idea what to do. I grabbed his hand and just started introducing him to people, and I hoped that helped him feel a little more at ease. He told me later how much he appreciated my recognizing that I was leaving him to his lonesome.

We ate dinner with Na'Cole - she loved him - and then hung out at the house for a little bit in the TV room - again, not being able to keep his hands to himself. I think this guy has a bad, and MAN - I am way into him, too. We drive back home, and he asked if he can come in for some water. Whatever. We all know what went down after that.

Okay. I've got to hit the sack, so here's the deal. If y'all leave me lots of comments? I'll find time during my day tomorrow to write about The Talk. Deal?

Deal.

Go.