it's official

i like a boy. cue the angels and harps - clouds part, heavens shine down upon us lowly mortals as we all stare in disbelief at the little raspberry girl who likes, actually LIKES a boy. and this isn't just having a work crush on one of the n's, or wanting to re-do the island boy. this is 6 dates, three sleepovers but only one (clearly the most recent) with actual sex raspberry likes a boy.

and you guys didn't even know i'd been out. how crazy is that?