I’m 23, and still sneaking out of the house.

Ok here is how it goes, I’m 23 and just got back from sneaking out of the house; I went to Tulsa to eat with the gay guy from Bristow. First time I met him face to face I had only chatted with him online twice; now it’s the second time, and I’m sneaking out of the house at midnight so he can drive us to Tulsa to eat at Whataburger. And to quote my Whataburger cup, “Just like you [I] like it”.

Ok. Ok. I’m 23 and technically I wasn’t really sneaking out, I just wasn’t telling them that I was leaving. I told my sister though, she was up and asked what I was doing; then she gave me humorous advice, “don’t have sex with him, wait until you have 3 meals. That way you’ll know that he’ll take care of you”, I was rolling. Then I asked her, “what if the second restaurant is really nice?”. Then she seen the error in her logic, and said that if the second restaurant is nice then 2 meals would suffice.

I just got back, at 1:30 or around there, and I had a nice time. I was a little boring, as usual; I still don’t know why I freeze around people, I guess I’m too self-conscious. But that was a good 1 1/2 hours, we stopped and deposited some money in the bank, and then went to Whataburger then came straight back. He got a number 1 (whatever that was) and I had a number 6 (I remember that one, only because I ate it; chicken strips). And here I am now, messaging him, It’s now 1:43. He paid for the food ($11 someting if i remember correctly), but I left $10 (all that i had on me, or i would of left more); which he didn’t want, but I’m a bitch that loves to pay for stuff when people deserve it; and he defiantly deserves it, putting up with me and all. :)

But yea, I kinda snuck out of the house, I didn’t tip toe or anything; just walked out the door (I kinda shut it hard, but no one cares, people are in and out of this house all the time, day and night).