Sigh. Today I did nothing. I'm dirty and lazy and tired. I always look forward to the weekends, but then I never sleep anyways. I could, but then I just don't.
Dan...I guess as a way to avoid doing homework...read my entire journal today. I was actually pretty afraid of this happening. I didn't know how he'd take me having had girlfriends. That was my biggest worry. And he was ok with it, just kinda surprised I think.
But the thing I wasn't worried about now kinda worries me. He read about my past boyfriends and hookups and thinks he's just one of my many men. I don't know how to put into words how completely different he is than any of them and how much more he means to me already. Every guy I've been with means something now because I learned a lot about myself with them. But at the time I was with them, they could have dropped off the face of the earth (as some of them did) and I wouldn't have cared. And that's why the way I feel about him is different. I actually do care this time.
And here's my little oppurtunity to show off my "trophy":
