We got to talking freely as usual and the residency application process of course came up. I told him that once I match I bet my mom is gonna push for marriage.
He asked me if I would cave in... and I told him I pretty much have caved my whole life. I want my parents' money and I mostly have to do what they want to get it.
He said that I can't get married because I'm his back-up.
I don't like being a back-up. I should be first. I'm good-looking, got a great brain, a tight ass, fabulous hair (minus the bald spot) and a strong (VERY STRONG) appreciation for alcohol.
OleMiss agreed... except I'm up in Boston.
Without thinking I told him to move back.
And that's where our conversation died. I'm not the type of girl to read too much into anything, so all I have to say is I meant it... I don't take it back.
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