I drove, I suck at driving, I should be embarassed. The fact that I reversed into a car and put a crack in my bumper bar is embarassing. But oh well.

We watched. It was great. But weird and brutal and seeing movies with boys is the best. I wanted to hold his hand so much, but I wasn't brave enough.

We went home. Still me driving awfully. I am ashamed.

He invited me in. And I went in. And sat on his bed and watched more TV and he ate vegan lasagne and we talked some more. I payed out Stuart Little which was on TV.

And then after even watching the late night news, I decided it was time to end this lovely night and go home. So he walked me to my car, and we hugged, but it was a long hug. One of those hugs where your press yourself in to the other person because you really don't want to let go, and it's the only way to say "omg i love you".

But not love love.

But it was late and I had to go home. So I pulled away, and we looked at each other, and smiled and before I knew it we were kissing.

Ah!

Yes kissing outside in the dark, and then he pushed me up against my wet car! hah. But we kissed some more anyway because it was so nice.

I could hardly breathe my heart was beating so fast.

We went back inside.

And made out for an hour.

But it was late and I had to go home.

So we made out some more.

And then when it was really time for me to go, he walked me to my car, and kissed me goodbye, and I drove home a happy little vegemite.

I couldn't stop smiling all day at work.

I feel excited just writing this.