I married the guy! No, seriously. Our first 'official' date, he picked me up in a van. That should have been my first red flag.
Aside from that little whoopsie, I was in Jacksonville on my layover one time and smoking outside the hotel, when a van full of cute, young boys pulled up and asked me if I wanted to go party with them. A white, rusty van. No, thank you. Standards, man, standards. I don't think they would have returned me.
If we're talking now... no one would kidnap me! Even my husband would like to return me. Granted, I tried to return him first, but his mom said, you wanted him, you keep him.
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