So life has been better...
It's been nearly a month since my last update, and things are crazy here. There's so much going on in my family, I feel like my head is going to explode.
My only salvation, Jerry.
Okay, I know this is nothing new for me, I'm always involved with someone new, but I'm really content with this guy. For once, someone who lives nearby, he lives in Rosemead, about 15 minutes away from here. He's 27, which yes, I know my parents, and many of my friends wont agree with, but I don't care. He doesn't push me into anything, he smart, he's nice, he's just him. A plain old country white boy, nobody I could have ever seen myself with, but here I am. He and I went to my work last night, I had a toffee nut coffee and he had a caramel macchiatto. I had never had someone so interested in me, physically and emotionally. It's quite odd when you think about it. He's not too sappy, which I like, but he never fails to give me all the affection I want. I stood there ordering our drinks and he wrapped his arms around me and rested his head on my shoulder, it felt good to have someone be affectionate with me. He wants to know everything about me, and has hidden nothing from me, and claims that he doesn't intend to. He wants to meet everyone I know, he's friendly, a little outspoken, and tends to make me a little embarrassed, but he has no qualms with being with me, dorkiness and all. I trust him, I even let him drive my car, because I wasn't feeling good last night. We drove up into the mountains over by where I used to live and looked at the stars. We talked for two hours about lots of stuff, mainly life experiences. He's had an interesting life, and lived in many places. He rubs my back when it hurts and gives me foot massages. He still kisses me, even though I'm sick, he babies me. It feels good.
There's so much more I could say, but I feel so drained. I'm sick and sipping a cup of tea, I'm hungry, but I can't eat because I feel like I'm gonna throw up, and I honestly don't want soup. Meh... that's life for you. I'm gonna go climb back into bed and stay warm. I'll see you all later.
My only salvation, Jerry.
Okay, I know this is nothing new for me, I'm always involved with someone new, but I'm really content with this guy. For once, someone who lives nearby, he lives in Rosemead, about 15 minutes away from here. He's 27, which yes, I know my parents, and many of my friends wont agree with, but I don't care. He doesn't push me into anything, he smart, he's nice, he's just him. A plain old country white boy, nobody I could have ever seen myself with, but here I am. He and I went to my work last night, I had a toffee nut coffee and he had a caramel macchiatto. I had never had someone so interested in me, physically and emotionally. It's quite odd when you think about it. He's not too sappy, which I like, but he never fails to give me all the affection I want. I stood there ordering our drinks and he wrapped his arms around me and rested his head on my shoulder, it felt good to have someone be affectionate with me. He wants to know everything about me, and has hidden nothing from me, and claims that he doesn't intend to. He wants to meet everyone I know, he's friendly, a little outspoken, and tends to make me a little embarrassed, but he has no qualms with being with me, dorkiness and all. I trust him, I even let him drive my car, because I wasn't feeling good last night. We drove up into the mountains over by where I used to live and looked at the stars. We talked for two hours about lots of stuff, mainly life experiences. He's had an interesting life, and lived in many places. He rubs my back when it hurts and gives me foot massages. He still kisses me, even though I'm sick, he babies me. It feels good.
There's so much more I could say, but I feel so drained. I'm sick and sipping a cup of tea, I'm hungry, but I can't eat because I feel like I'm gonna throw up, and I honestly don't want soup. Meh... that's life for you. I'm gonna go climb back into bed and stay warm. I'll see you all later.