Fucking diaryland eating my entries.I'm falling. Hard.
So, I should probably give you a recap of this weekend.
Nick got here and my family fell in love with him.
That's the short of it. The long is rather...well, long and sweet.
The important stuff happened after he got here. Nick chatted a bit upstairs with my mom whilst I got out of the shower downstairs. I got all prettied up and snuggled with him on the couch. (He later explained to me why my house was built the way it is: upstairs kitchen downstairs bedrooms...he and my father bonded over an Italian design books). We left earlier for my brother's house than my parents did and while walking out the door, Nick mentions something about restoring old cars. My father smiles and winks at me, telling Nick that they have a lot to talk about.
The phrase "We'll have a lot to talk about" became, quite possibly, yesterday's catch phrase.
We sat on the couch watching tv, an arm around me and both of us smiling. He became my first real kiss underneath the mistletoe.
Overall, dinner was great.
I believe that he's caught on with everybody in my immediate family, including Marisa.
I left him alone with my father and the in-laws as it became a discussion of cars, diesel engines, engineering, technical jargon. It soon became time to open a few gifts.
I threw together something the night before he came up: a scarf, a drawing tablet and two tickets to a movie of our choice. He kissed me 'thank-you' and smiled.
After dessert and all, he played N64 Mario Kart with David. This lasted two hours. By the time we were ready to leave, Marisa told me that Nick was a keeper. This made me smile.
We head out to my car after he's done playing and run into Jeremy. They chat for 15 minutes about cars and alcohol.
Onto the spicy stuff...I know that's all you were waiting for.
We go to the mall and walk around for a bit. I make a crack about being a "fucking horrible girlfriend" to which, he says "I wouldn't go that far." After opting not to see a movie after all and just drive around looking for a place to make out like teenagers, we leave and drive off down the road. I pull into the parking lot of the train station near the mall. We park behind a snowbank and proceed to get with the program to some well suiting John Mayer songs.
An hour later, and some heavy breathing/petting/panting/you know the rest, we head back to my home. I pose a question: When he said "I wouldn't go that far" was that in reference to my being a bad girlfriend or my being his girlfriend in general?"
Nick: I mean, you're not bad.Me (complete with stoopid vision): But I am your girlfriend?Nick: Yeah. That's kinda what I assumed happened when I turned your ring around on our first date.
Duh.
Yeah. So this opens up a whole can of worms about how with Dave the ring had been turned around in vain and deceit so I wasn't really sure because I wanted to have a moment of clarity and "The conversation." I also told him about what went down with my cousin, simply because I wanted him to know about this in case I acted weird towards sex. I didn't want him thinking I don't want him because I do. Very much so and this weekend only cemented the fact. He told me about his sister dying when he was five. I think we're even on the level of drama in our lives :).
He asks me if his smoking bothers me. I said it did and did not at the same time because 1) he knows it's unhealthy and 2) I like him how he is and don't want to change anything. This is one small aspect of his life. If this is the worst, I think we're okay. When I asked why he wouldn't smoke around me, he said that it was because I don't smoke, myself.
Jump to an hour later, we're alone in my room "watching" the Sixth Sense on the floor. It turns into round 2 of playtime, the only change being to the rules: we must be quiet. It turns into a playful bout of whispering and I ask him to just whisper into my ear.
What I thought was especially sweet was his referring to sex as "making love."
I'm still sort of lost in that reference.
I got up and fell asleep on my futon, lowering a hand to rest with his. He told me this morning that he stayed up a bit longer after me, watching the movie and occasionally singing to me.
I'm lost again.
