I winked at him, immediately regretting it. “Like a little Chihuahua,” he suggested, the spoon going into his mouth with a sly grin.

“But my dentist says I have really strong teeth, so I’d be better off trying to bite someone’s finger or ear off instead.”Īaron’s eyebrows climbed up his forehead almost comically. “If someone tried to take you, I know aikido, some jiu-jitsu, and kickboxing,” I offered him up. Why that pleased me so much, I wasn’t going to overanalyze.

That had his other eye popping open, his cheeks still slightly pink, but everything else about him completely alert. I think if someone tried to take me, you’d at least fight them for me a little…” I watched his face for a moment before narrowing my eyes. My sister says I get feisty when I’m tired.ĪHall80: I see. RubyMars: I’ll take it you’re still constipated. RubyMars: No? You didn’t like that question?ĪHall80: Did you finish your dating website profile? RubyMars: No, you’re just like I expected. RubyMars: Am I being too… familiar with you? I don’t want to make you feel weird.ĪHall80: You’re packing on that weight quick.ĪHall80: I’m messing with you. Compared to how I felt two months ago, still like crap. RubyMars: Compared to how I was feeling three weeks ago, a thousand times better.

I’ll write you again when I find my balls. RubyMars: There are tears coming out of my eyes.ĪHall80: Bye. I won’t judge.ĪHall80: I don’t know when the last time I laughed so hard was.ĪHall80: Everyone is looking at me wondering wtf happened.ĪHall80: You’re never hearing from me again RubyMars: I mean… you can tell me if your butt hurts too, I guess. RubyMars: But you don’t want to talk about it.ĪHall80: You’re not the only one who couldn’t breathe or type. We don’t have to talk about it.ĪHall80: It’s not that I don’t want to talk about it… RubyMars: Does that mean you’re dead set on not re-enlisting? RubyMars: What I didn’t finish saying was that he said that, but he’s gone to Cancun twice with his boyfriend, LOL.ĪHall80: It’s different. RubyMars: My brother said once that his goal is to never see sand in his life again. RubyMars: No sand? I thought you were planning on going to the beach?ĪHall80: The beach is different. I can already taste it.ĪHall80: A hot shower… a real bed… AC everywhere…ĪHall80: Clean clothes. The longest 8 weeks of my life.ĪHall80: I want a shitty, greasy, deep dish pizza like you can’t imagine. “RubyMars: Have you heard anything else about when you’re leaving for good?ĪHall80: Not yet, but everything seems to be on schedule.

Dear aaron by mariana zapata