On 2-22-07, after Mike requested that I write up my standards for my "future guy", he passed me a note about it.
Bri's Standards:
*Taller than me
*Funny
*Interesting (can keep a conversation going)
*doesn't expect me to change drastically for him
*Has always been a boy (No sex changes) (He thought this one was funny)
*Doesn't smoke/ do drugs
*Trustworthy
*Somewhat intelligent
*Polite (for my dad)
The note goes as follows (Mike is italic):
Whatever you say, but why do they need to be polite for your dad?
Because otherwise y dad will kill them, and/or because I wouldn't be able to go out with them otherwise
(Manchester Untited SUCKS. Arsenal kicked their ***!) I don't think that should matter.
You don't think what my dad thinks should matter? I don't really have a choice, but I'm willing to argue it for someone I really like.
It's your life, your parents should lighten up (you're in a breakish downish state) (???)
And then we went on to discuss other things, and he informed me that me and Brandon would be getting married in Vegas, but I said I wanted to go somewhere with more roller coasters. And then we just talked about pretty much nothing until the bell rang. Strange, no?
