That Evan kid found me again and claimed he got my number wrong last month. Uh huh. He was the one who typed it in, it's possible. He claims his phone is stupid sometimes. I think it just doesn't like me. But whatever. I got his number this time and texted him so he couldn't lose or get my number wrong. We are now texting. I wonder how this is gonna turn out.

Please dear God don't let him be one of those "marry me" guys, or one of those guys that just uses you and doesn't care/respect you, or even one of those suicidal stalker kind of guys.

Oooh, texting is progressing. We are now going to dinner tonight.

I tried to make some plans to see the brown boy today, but he went all PMSy again so hey, I have nothing to do tonight. Oy, I'll never make it to the gym this week...