Frances is my best friend. She's gives me amazing feedback, and usually knows what to say to me. She makes me want more from life. She reminds me that I don't want to settle, and that I should follow my dreams. I also think some of her ideas are awesome.
She decided that she wanted to start enjoying beer. She wanted to enjoy beer like any other guy, and decided that it would just take some getting use to. I happily agreed that I didn't want to be socially awkward, and wanted to be "cool". (If you know me, you know that I'm a one shot wonder. I can't physically handle alcohol, and am a sick drunk. As in puking.)
She bought beer, researched how they were made, and poured me glass like a good bartender.
I took a sip, and decided that my new mission to be cooler was a failure. I just can't ever imagine drinking it like it's water, so I decided that it was a lost cause.
For now I think she'll have to do this mission on her own. Maybe I'll try getting used to wine instead because beer is something I can't imagine getting used to.
We also went to the mall earlier, and found purses we wanted on sale. I tried to talk myself out of buying it, but Frances was buying one. I just wasn't strong enough to resist when she was agreeing with me how cute it was.
She has a lot of influence on me as it may seem.
On another note, pet stores are evil. Frances and I went to the pet store, and fell in love with this beautiful St. Bernard. I've always wanted one, and when I saw her through the glass, I knew I had to have one.
She is the most mellow dog I've ever met. I then started imagining all the lazy afternoons we could watch TV together. How we could take walks to the park. She was the most perfect dog, and I wanted her.
I didn't care that she would one day be bigger than me. I didn't mind that she may weigh 140 pounds one day or that she would be eating a lot. I was in love, and my love could not be reasoned.
But I knew I didn't have $1,700. I knew she'd find an amazing home. I knew that someone would want her. I knew she wasn't for me.
Someday though, I'm going to have a St. Bernard, and we'll be happy and in love.
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