I find his cooking skills remarkable as he brings me lunch at work. The old me sees this as a tactic to win my loins faster than my heart. It may work even though this be day three. But I can wait. I'm truly passed the days of letting sweet smiles and bright eyes get me dancing out of my undies. On another note, this chicken is amazing and he's offered to drive me home. I think he's sweet.
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