Ah. Life is odd. So, Jeremy does not have a girlfriend. And he came over to my house tonight. At like 11:30 pm. My mom allowed this. I was surprised.

So, I put on my new tennies that I bought today on a shopping excursion with mama and grandma and stood outside and waited for him to arrive. He came. I smiled. I showed him around my house. He did the obligatory oooohing and ahhhing over everything then we sat down and talked and listened to music for about 20 minutes. And he was like, "I'm leaving, walk me out." And I'm like, whoa, why is he leaving? Damnit! But I walked him out to the driveway anyways.

He leaned in for a kiss and I pulled away. *So* shocked. But then I let him. Of course, being the cocky stud that he is, he went straight for the tongue. I don't mind. Because this obviously is nothing for than a physical relationship. But. It's nice to be romanticized with lips before a tongue is stuck down my throat.

We were standing in the middle of the driveway and he's like going inside my pants. So I'm thinking, time to stop. Whoa baby. I laughed on the inside. Boys get so carried away. They're ridiculous.