So, tonight we went to a reception. Very fun, very casual, wish mine had been more like that… anywho. Saw one of my old YW there (YW stands for Young Women, fyi), she has either swallowed a watermelon or something else has happened. I am hoping it’s the watermelon (because you can eat that, you don’t have to nurture it). I went up and talked to her. I asked her what was up, she said nothing. I asked her how life was, she said good. She gave me a hug, I said if she needed anything, to call me. She said she has my number.
I feel like a dweeb. Me and this particular YW and a long talk about sex (I hope I can say that on this blog), and I thought I was explicit. I mean, I was explicit. There’s few things that make me blush, so I went past all those things. I just wish I’d made at least enough of a connection that she would ask for help. I mean, it’s my job — pregnancy is my job. However, she still seems to be on the path that it’s a watermelon and no one needs to know because she didn’t even mention it.
Cute girl, has big future in front of her. Love her.
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