You know that fear of people picking you up?  Mainly guys, attractive guys, that you’re never sure CAN actually pick you up, and you don’t want them to try for fear of epicly embarrassing failure if they can’t…  I have that fear; with good reason, I’m not the lightest cupcake in the pan and such. 

So I was hanging out with one of my guy friends a few weeks ago, just walking him home because I have nothing better to do with my life when he decided to take a break and hopped up on top of this metal box (probably a generator, it was at the side of a hospital).  Now this box was like five feet tall, and I’m not the best climber, so I just lent up against it next to him.  He was not satisfied, and told me to get up there, so naturally I started to whine about it a bit.  He hopped right down, threw me over his shoulder, and I was sitting on that metal block before the blood could finish draining from my face. 

I love it when he carries me around… <3

Lesson: Never doubt the biceps of a varsity wrestler, and there’s always going to be a guy out there who can and will bench press you. XD

ps: love you sister <3 XD ~keeping it chubby~