Picnic 10 Hours and Counting!

Good morning!

I think I'm being followed.

Flattering, but, rather creepy.  Help me.

My dad put in my air conditioner so I don't die!  Super excited about this.

I was at work earlier, or yesterday, whatever day that was, they all mesh... anyways.

Um.

OH!

So I was at work, and me and my one of my fellow co-workers were talking about that lemonade/iced tea drink... with that dudes picture on it.  She started to say "nobody else thinks that it"  and I jumped in and said "Looks like George Bush!"

She got so excited and said 'YES!  See?  This is why I love you!"

Hahaha.  It's true though, nobody else seems to think so.  I swear they just took a pic of George and put if on there.  I swear it.  At least I'm not the only one who thinks so...

We were all talking about ex boyfriends today.  We were talking about what our men like or liked.  I had to mention mike and his ab obsession.  So the one says "EW.  I HATE that.  Girls should NOT have like, those lines!  It's not pretty!"

I laughed and said "That's exactly how he said it too.  He likes the lines"

Haahahaha.  Then they always ask when I'm talking about exes if this is 'Tribal'.  It usually is, as I have millions of stories about him still.

My answer is either Tribal for Mike, First Boyfriend for Dan,  Weight Lifter/Great Body for Chris, or Psycho for David.  When I sum them up like that I feel stupid for having dumb boyfriends.  Pffffft.

Help me!

I must be thin first.  Then I can start finding normal people to date.  Don't worry.  Medicaid might pay for me to be thin.  Cross your fingers!

Although.  Chris wasn't really a boyfriend, just, ya know.  Someone.  With an insanely great body.  I had never been so attracted to somebody that much.  It was pure hormone.  Well.  I guess you need that at least once in your life, huh?  I deserve it don't I?!?

ooh...

His arms.  Oh.  My.  God.  They were like this, my favorite kind:

Yes.  I could not stop staring at him.  I guess I love when the sleeves of the shirt is obviously too tight... and they just... can't be contained.  Woah.

Yes.  I like that.  But I'm not shallow!

 He's the only person I've gone out with who had an amazing body.  So.  I had to soak it up.  Yup.  Lucky Jaime...

I remember how flustered I was when I realized what his shirt said, too...

I couldn't not pay attention to it, so I told him I loved his shirt.  Hehehe...he seemed rather embarassed, rightfully so, but, it was a conversation piece to say that least.

Ah.  Silly dating experiences.  I have a million.  I should write a book.

I will go do that.

Love always,

Jaime Lee
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