So I'm a little bit falling for this boy. One of those boys that I said I wouldn't date any more. Not Christian, basically.

But he's sweet. And respectful. And stuff like that. Which is all good. And... I mean, I'm not going to marry the kid.

And he plays soccer. For Emory, that is--meaning he's actually really good. And he likes me, which is really kind of big.

I feel like I'll have a lot more intelligible things to say about this post nap.