Afterwards, I won't remember. Right?
My hosts are watching the Bachelor, which I haven't seen since the season when an acquaintance was on it. It makes me desperately afraid that when I fall for someone, I too will be mind-bogglingly inane. I won't notice, though, right? I will be lost in his eyes, which show the beautiful soul of my prince, right? I won't even hear myself giggling and repeating him, right? It'll just sound natural to me in my infatuated state. He won't notice, because he'll think everything I say is devastatingly witty and charming. It'll be OK. We'll pull through. Together. With my prince.