I couldn’t stay upset for long. After all, I was dining with the sim of my dreams. Did my clothes really matter? He’d say no. Mommy would attempt to ground me if she knew. Oh well.
I can’t get over my luck. Ali is the total package. He is kind, hardworking, humble, and probably the sweetest sim I know. And he’s tender hearted like me! It’s so rare to find someone with Smogue Magazine model level beauty who possesses all those qualities. It’s almost like he doesn’t even know how beautiful he is, and when I tell him, he’s so bashful. It’s so incredibly cute!
After dinner, we stood at the entrance trying to decipher what our next move should be. I know we haven’t known each other long, but everyone knows we have a special connection. They’ll tell us to go slow and get to know each other, but I’m tired of this pace. We belong together! If I’m wrong, he’ll tell me. But I’m pretty sure I’m right.
