Well so here goes. I'm going to spill my guts and be a total girly girl.


Mat and I had our first real date last night. I can't even begin to tell you how much fun I had.

We were supposed to go to Wildlights, at the Columbus Zoo, at like 6, but he had to push back the time because of his paper route. We ended up meeting at like 8:30. The zoo closed at 9, so we just choose one part of the zoo to wander. North America to be exact.

We talked and meandered, and made fun of random little flaws of the zoo and people.

I was kind of nervous, so I told him I was, because I figured it was a good thing to be an honest person (snicker and snort), and that if I got it off my chest it'd be easier. It was.

We ended up finding a little bench in North America, overlooking most of the zoo, and all the lights. We could even see and hear the main light show. I've worked at the zoo 2 summers, and I didn't know that bench or place existed. Go figure. We just sat and talked, and enjoyed the view. It was freezing, but I've never felt that warm in my life.

After not too long we realized it was 5 mins after close, so we headed back towards the entrance, even closer than we were when we came in.
He drove me home.

Yeah, you read that right, my parents actually condoned me getting in another teenager's car, a guy's car.

It surprised me too.
From my house to the zoo is the easiest drive ever, so I just told him where and when to turn. We chatted even more. Eventually we got to my house. The nerves started up again.
I forgot to mention what had happened before we even met up.
Dad brought home a surprise.
In the form of a borrowed shotgun.

Yes, A friggin shotgun.

I wish I was kidding.

I'm not.
He threatened to use it if Mat got handsy, or if he got bad vibes from him.
Oh and he threatened to welcome us home by opening the door with it. Thank god for Mom, she kiboshed that.
However, I didn't know if he was going to open the door with it or not, because I didn't know she'd reigned him in.
I had warned Mat about Dad, and the rest of my family, but failed to mention Prince.

I've lost my house key somewhere in my room, so we ring the doorbell, and Prince come caterwauling to the door, and slams into it. I giggled and said, “oh yeah, We have a 100+ pound white lab named Prince. He sounds like a killer but he's a real sweetheart.”

After some grunting, thumping and swearing mom opened the door with one hand on the dog. She proceeded to introduce everyone quickly, then turn back to decorating. (My house is in full Christmas set up mode)

We sat down and mom and dad where asking Mat random questions while they were decorating.
Not too long after we were there, Anam decided he needed to sit between Mat and I. Not on either of our laps, but between us. And he got peeved that we kept holding hands next to him.


When one kid comes, the other 2 follow. We ended up with Ambrosia on my lap, Anam between us, and Avalon on Mat's lap. I give him credit, for being a teen guy thats never really been exposed to kids, he handled my family exceptionally well.


We'd gotten home around 9:30, and by 10 the rents and munchkins headed to bed. I figured mom's rule for Chris applied for Mat too, and he could stay till 11, and mom didn't say anything so I decided to kick him out at 11.


It was funny, like the second all family was out of the room, Mat changed how he was sitting and pulled me closer. He likes to cuddle, and be close, I love that. We got comfy and spent the next hour flipping back and forth between a football game and a show we both liked, and talking. I showed him some pictures I had on my school computer, and how my school worked, because he was interested.


At 11, I ended up having to kick him out, but then he realized he didn't really know how to get home from here. Dad came down and gave him directions on how to get back to a road he knew. Pretty simple, or so he said. Before he left we talked about hanging out again. He wants to come over all the time. Everyone is ok with that, especially me, but that means I have to be presentable and pretty more often!


I'm a little bummed though, on the 15th he leaves for Brazil. For a month. I cross my fingers and hope being apart for a month won't be a problem for him. I don't care, so as long as he doesn't, we are good.
He's got a tennis tournament this weekend, that I want to go to, but I can't because of Christmas parties on Sunday, and babysitting sibs on Saturday. He might come over after the tournament on saturday though.



I've got butterflies because for once, I actually trust a guy. After everything that's happened, being cheated on, rejected, lied to, hurt and broken, I finally found a guy that's trustworthy. I just can't even tell you how much I want this to last.
Ok. I'm done being a girly spaz. :)
 
XOXOX
Aurora