One more hour of work left!!!

I AM OFFICIALLY IN LOVE!!!


Hello Everyone. Well, it's official. Carrie and I are dating! She called me last night. We talked for five hours!!! We talked about everything I imagine two people could talk about. She's funny, and whitty, and she thinks I'm charming. She said she's always been attracted to shy boys, and I certainly fit that bill. :) She also has had a string of mean nasty boyfriends, so she kept mentioning how she wanted to date someone who was nice to her for once, adn then would comment suggestively that I was a nice guy, and cute too. Her old boyfriend, Alex, used to always yell at her, and cal her bad names (witch with a "b") in front of family and friends. He also used to pressure her to have sex with him all the time, even though she didn't want to. He even hit her a couple of times. She said that after our first date, she knew she wanted to be with me because I didn't pressure her into anything, and since I'm so shy, I didn't even try to kiss her goodnight, and she said it was very gentlemanly of me to do that. So we're gonig to hang out tonight at her palce, and watch a movie. It's been freezing cold lately, so we're just going to have a nice evening in with some hot chocalate. I'm excited. Plus the way she describes her apartment, I'm dying to see it. It's a loft, and she loves colors, but can't paint her walls, so to make up for it, she's taped up thousands of postcards everywhere. It sounds really cool to me. The thing that I'm nervous about is, well, as embarrassing as it is to admit, I've never really kissed a girl before. I mean, I have in the sense that all young kids kiss the little girl down the street, but I mean really kissing a girl, tongue and everything. So I'm worried. I mean, she's had sex and everything, and what if she kisses me and says "Man, he's the worst kisser that's ever kissed in the history of kissing"? Or thinks I'm a loser because I've never had sex. I mean C'mon, I'm over twenty and still a virgin. That's certainly not cool.

So I'm stuck here at work for the next hour or so, thinking about Carrie, and unable to focus on work. I didn't sleep much, since we were up so late talking (my cell phone bill is going to be huge!), so my eyes are completely bloodshot. Emma, one of the older ladies who I work with (she's kind of a flower child who never realized that it went out of style) accused me of being stoned. :)

I hope you're all as happy as I am!!!