Today was the "I'm sorry I was such an idiot, please take me back" date with Dean. I was nervous, to say the least. Would I be able to hold my ground? Would I succumb to his "charms"?
I wanted to puke.
My doorbell rings. Okay girl, it's now or never.
He's wearing a "Nice Jewish Boy" shirt. Awesome.
He looks good. He smells good too when we hug (eventually...we left right away to go to the beach).
We lay on the beach on the blanket he brought, just laying there bullshitting like normal.
Finally, out come the magic words: "I'm sorry I acted like such a jerk". We can now have the conversation that I didn't know how to start. I pressed the issue at hand, asking him if he really knew what he was getting himself into. He insisted that he is okay with everything; that raising his kids Jewish is important to him.
Okay...so far so good...
We spent the rest of the day having fun: we went bike riding after laying on the beach, ate lunch by me...all in all a nice day.
I was SO GOOD about standing my ground. I didn't do anything sexual with him, and only gave him a little peck on the lips.
I'm a tad worried that I won't be able to hold my ground for a whole month...I'm so freaking turned on just thinking about him, and how good he looked in his Heeby tee...thank goodness there are other options when I'm alone to get rid of these issues.
But tomorrow night we will be seeing each other again (seeing a movie in the theater...no room for fooling around too much there). My roommate will be with her boyfriend until Saturday, so as long as Dean doesn't come back to my place, I'm good.
He knows I want to take it slow, but I feel like this will be a struggle...