Every once a blue moon (haha not literally) I go out to a social function, party, etc. I'm not much of a party girl. No strike that I'm not a party girl at all. I go if my younger (because she feels she is too old to be called little) sister wants me to go with her but otherwise I don't venture that far from home. I go out to eat, I go to she movies, I may even go to Frankies Fun park (its like a step up from Chuck E. Cheese but not on the same page as Dave & Busters) but thats about it.
But this Friday I'm going out to a going away party for a former coworker. So that means makeup and dressing up. Because there isn't much I know how to do with my hair and I don't want to experiment on the one night I get out on my own.
Did I tell my boyfriend I was going out, yes. Why? Simply because while we've been dating through our ups and downs he has always worried about me and he's very sweet to me. Also whenever he goes out to hang out with his friends he tells me. Even though its right around the corner, and he does it so routinely that I don't feel he needs to tell me, he tells me anyway. He also calls me when he makes it back in the house. Its the random little things he does that makes me happy. So I feel its only common courtesy to tell him my plans.
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