Well today was the excitement of my week. And by excitement, I mean EXCITEMENT (sexually). I am such a bad person. So one of my exes starts talking to me again over some little problem I had posted about on Facebook. We talked for a while and I said how I missed being a close friend of his. Well he stated that he missed me as well. Then he cut right to it. He asked if I wanted to make out. At first I was a bit shocked by his offer because our relationship ended badly because we were "doing things we shouldn't have been doing." Then again we were in the sixth grade. But he said it didn't matter now because we are older and he wanted for us to end on a good note. Mainly because he is leaving for Walla Walla, Washington in seventeen days. He is not coming back till out Senior year, so he wanted to remember me in the best way possible. After bantering about whether or not this is a good thing to do, I finally agreed to do it. So that brings me to today. I was dropped off at University church cause I was going home with Mommy Ally and Nicholas. After helping out a bit in the kitchen, I ventured off out to the lobby area, and he came over. Record speed at three minutes. He opened the doors to the church and we went upstairs to the sound booths. Dark, quiet, and alone we proceeded on with the second greatest make-out session of my life. It was intense, wet, and had a little bit of dry humping each other. But it felt soo good. And yet, while kissing him over and over again, I knew we would only be friends because whatever little spark I felt way long ago was definitely gone. I guess it was one of those experiences that yu have to go through to know. Oh well, didn't hurt that it was a make-out session. (^-^)