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Remember that third date? I invited you to dinner at my place? You reluctantly agreed. But you agreed! I felt so relieved and so, so, “Oh My God! OMG🌈”, that you agreed! OMG! What to prepare?! IT’S ON!

I’ve been in love with you since forever. Timidity-shit, that could be my first name-kept me from approaching you.

I remember our first date, though you probably don’t. It was chem 101. We were lab partners.

Second date: Again, you probably don’t remember, drunk, but oh so fun. One moment we had our virginity. Then none. I’ve not gotten over that one.

You’ve been invited to date number 4. I so hope you come. Chianti’s open and breathing and the fava beans are nearly done.