It was also the first day I've ever been walked home. I'm not saying I'm in love with the boy because let's face it Greg and I just didn't "zing," but now I know what it feels for someone to "not want me to walk home alone in the dark." As much as I love my 15 minute walk home from the library at 11:45 pm each night (not knowing if I will be raped, or brutally murdered) I have to say, it was nice not to be alone. So I'm not saying that I am completely giving up on my feminist notions that "I am a strong independent women that doesn't need a man to validate me," but I am definitely rethinking some things.
In true Bruno fashion, I accidentally made the boy walk 3 blocks out of his way, but he seemed okay with it. And for good measure, I went home and put on my 50 cat lady shirt, and went to get snacks at 10 pm. Classic. (ALMOST sister missionary for the win!)
I think the best part about this situation is that good ol' Greg doesn't even know that he brightened my day. It wasn't romantic---all we did was talk about school---- It wasn't elaborate. It wasn't even
So thanks Greg for the simplest walk home that shouldn't mean this much... but it means a lot. I guess "I'll be seeing you."
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