Thankfully his bday fell a day or so after I was going to return to LSU from “spring break,” so I went home, mom and I baked, and I brought the cake back up to Baton Rouge. It was chocolate with white icing. So gooood.

I call my guy friend and ask him to come over, surprise him with his favorite kind of cake and he took it-without even offering me a piece! He just left with the whole freaking cake. Not that I was expecting anything like the scene out of Sixteen Candles or anything but geez…I had my heart set on a slice of my mom’s delicious chocolate cake recipé.

I wonder if he even remembers that I made him that cake. Probably not. Jerk.

Wade was trying to get in good with my roommates and I. He was developing a small crush on me, and he must have thought I was a dog lover. He brought Ro over one night to show-off his new tricks he learned at obedience school. 

Picture it. We’re all standing outside of my little apartment. Wade calls out to Ro to sit. Ro apparently heard something different though because instead of sitting, the dog stood up on his hind legs, slammed his front paws on my shoulders, knocked me down, and then fell on top of me. An slobbered all over me with that disgustingly enormous tongue of his. 

After I washed off the dog slobber and disinfected my brush burns from the cement, Wade totally tried to kiss me. 

He got totally dissed. Down, boy, down!