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I love having people over to my house. At other points, like the first year or two we lived in Arizona, we did much less party hosting, as we got in to the groove of having children in school and making new friends here. We had a boatload of parties in our little, filthy-carpeted apartment in Texas, squeezing in up to 30 people into our tiny living area. My idea of a good time is reading a book in bed with a bowl of ice cream. Your house might not be perfect. You might not have enough chairs for everyone. Your bathroom might be ugly or boring or involve a toilet that has that have the handle jiggled juuuuust so to work. Order takeout for dinner.
This site is no longer being updated. My boyfriend and I have had this conversation a grand total of three times over the course of our year, on-again-off-again relationship. The at the outset time, when we were 14, he asked me if I wanted en route for be his girlfriend, and after a few days of thoughtful teenage concern, I agreed. The second time, after we were 16 and one week into rekindling the flame after a six-month-long breakhe asked me if we were officially back together, and I said yes — immediately. I beam with him about it recently, wondering aloud if it was weird I was never the one to be sell for it up.