My white shorts

It was only yesterday that I realized that whenever I wear my favorite white shorts on a date with my boyfriend, we always end up checking in.

Yesterday was no exception. It's only been two days since I have had a tooth extracted so I wasn't expecting him, or myself to suggest we spend time together in a room, alone.

But, as usual, we no longer remember whatever promises we made to keep from spending.

It was fun too. After two rounds within one hour, we decided to kill time by listening to old tunes we knew by heart.

He also had a copy of all my favorite dance hits, those songs he knew I could not resist dancing along with.

I knew we both had so much fun, so AS USUAL, no regrets.