Since I'm finally better, I finally did interesting things again. First, I slept. Then, I ate cantaloupe and orange juice, because fruit is awesome. Next, I went on the family computer to check my Pinterest, as it has been several days since I last checked.
I'm going to stop going on about things nobody cares about and get to the fun part of my day, or as I like to call it, after lunch. I finally got around to listening to the last of my birthday records: Led Zeppelin's Houses of the Holy. It was a lot more mellow than I expected. Kind of spacey. I loved it, don't get me wrong, but it was different. I'm glad I've got D'yer Mak'er on vinyl. It's one of my eccentric Zeppelin favorites. If one gets technical, it could be the first Zeppelin song I ever heard. I remember the catch from a classic rock station from when I was 3. All in all, I highly recommend the album.
After supper, I took a shower and settled myself in for an evening of sitting in my PJs, pinning pictures of Paul Stanley and listening to a Zeppelin compilation. Around 6, who shows up at my front door, but CJ! She asked me if I cared to join her at her house for a few hours. I asked her to give me a minute to get dressed, to which she replied that she and her mother still had to run an errand. Long story short, I ended up at her house for a few hours. She gave me a tour of her mom's house and introduced me to the pets (like the evil allergy-inducing cat in the library) and the extended family. This is where I learned that if a friend of mine has an older brother named Max, I should avoid him at all costs. CJ isn't my first friend with an older brother named Max, and it created the same issue. Max is hot.
I'm a tall person. Taller than any other girl in my grade, and only an inch or two shorter than the tallest guys. Given that fact, I'm attracted to guys who are taller than me. It's a niche market, but I have romantic fantasies, and they all involve the guy being taller than me. Max was taller than me; the ideal height for top-of-head kisses.
He wasn't just tall; he was polite, he was sweet, he's got pretty hair, and he's taken, so of course I want one.
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