For a moment (OK..like the first 15 min.) I thought I was out with my little brother.
We went to the zoo, and I did behave a bit like a celebrity..I suppose.
I mean, after all..places like that are for kiddies and old lovers..not for blind dates.
But he was cute, going around me in circles... trying to tell me his life story in 5 minutes. Did I care?
Well..not really..after all, I was only doing a friend of mine.. a favor.
See, I figured out by the end..he was in love with her. And he really hated her boyfriend.
I just didn't see it coming.
Neither, did I expect a baby goat to bite off a chunk of his hair.
It was hilarious in the petting zoo. When it happened, he plopped down in some fresh baby lamb poo.
Oh..it gave a whole new meaning to having a sh i t t y time.
After all, he will remember me as that girl with the hideous laugh.
But I promised, I would do my best to be on his side. Not that I've ever broke a relationship up...