Spring Fever
I asked her out for Valentine's Day, but she said no...
She was there when we were taking pictures for our house, I even remember calling her early one morning before we were about to head out to go camping. I had been hung over and feeling miserable and for some reason I just really wanted to call her. Hearing her voice made me feel so much better, it was weird.
Then there was one time when we were sunbathing. Actually, that happened twice, once when we went over to her friend Elise's house and another in front of my house. Both were good times. I got to see Rosemary lick whipped cream off Elise, so that was awesome. 
BUT, when we were outside of my house I got to lie in the sun next to her. That was pretty awesome in my book.
The culmination of the semester, of course, was the date party. I don't know if this counts as an invite:
"Basically, I am writing you because I didn't want you to find out about it some other way and then feel bad I didn't invite you. I really want to, but I just don't know if it would be the best idea."
Either way, she said yes. We went, had a great time taking pictures and had a nice dinner. My first tiramisu! (Maybe I can't be too sure because I have been wrong before). On the way home, we stopped at a view for a little bit, got a snapshot of a kiss, and headed home. There were drinks and dancing when we got back, that's all I know. My main memory from the night will always be when I was kissing Rosemary.
Except it also sticks in my head as funny that she had to explain to me she was wearing shorts under her dress when we were upstairs. So cute. I didn't need anything more babe, just wanted to grab you.
HO HO HO
Merry Christmas Babe
