Homestyle happyness

The boy is still around.  Things haven't changed too much.  Except I feel he will make it to my birthday!  He's a blast.  I can't say his name without laughing out loud.  He doesn't pressure me about anything.  He's perfectly content with the way things are.  And so am I.  I told him about my "episode" kissing another boy on Saturday night.  He didn't flip out, he wasn't jealous.  It was so refreshing.  I can honestly say that I've never been in a relationship like it! 

I love hanging out with him.  He's got a great group of friends that I now call my own.  We play cards, we have beers.  They're supportive, down-to-earth, and would give me the shirt off their back if I needed it more.  It's a good thing.  He sleeps over two or three times a week.  I even let him call me baby in public.  We are still not exclusive.

Here's the deal.  I'm taking him home this weekend.  Not home for the night, home to Mom and Dad for the weekend.  I don't know what this means.  The people around me are thinking it's a big step.  I'm just thinking that it's going to be a good time.  He's so fun.  I'm going to a party, why would I not want to bring him?  He's nervous and excited.  I'm just excited.  I think he's never going to experience anything like my awesome family and the cool things we can do in Marquette.  And I can't wait to share it with him.

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