So the little red head that keeps running out every time. Each game she got me going more and more, well now I'm in love. Me 'n' Desiree are destined to fall in love and live happily ever after.
I didn't plan for this to happen, you never do. It just kind of happened.
Good news for you guys: You're all invited to our future wedding. It's cool. I mean, we love you all and want to see you there.
How did this happen?? Well, before the road trip I was pretty much ready to ask Desiree if she wanted to watch the LOTR trilogy and use my face as a recliner. Well, there's no more questions about it, we're in love, plain and simple. Normally, I'm up in the nosebleed, but tonight I was in section 1, so I was close enough to see her shake her bootie from one side of the court to the other. ***** real. We're in love. I mean it is clear, that she is dancing out there for ME. You can tell by her movements. I mean, normally should just be going through the movements, but she's clearly trying to send me a message. Duh.
Now I realize that she doesn't "know I exist."
Or, "know my name."
Or she might not want to be approached by a "creepy Pacers fan."
Well, don't bring reality in this, ya weirdos. We're in love, deal with it.
So. That's cool.