I had a great weekend with Mr. Three. Things haven't moved quickly at all, but that's okay. I'm having a hard time with it going so slow, even though I know its for the best. Most guys by this time have been like "Hey Elise" *hand on inner thigh* "Lets make out"... and he's just not that way. We have had a few intense kisses, but we haven't even made out yet. Its refreshing, but frustrating at the same time. This boy is GORGEOUS. Oh my goodness... and truthfully there are so many things I'd love to do to this boy, but it's all about time. Its for the best... I just keep telling myself to relax.
It makes it easier since we're so far apart. It would be OH MY GOODNESS so hard if he actually stayed down here.. and went to school down here. So for that, I'm thankful.
He's amazing. Truthfully. Amazing. He knocks me off my feet. He's classy, smart, sweet as sugar, so caring, and understanding. I can tell him everything... I have told him everything. He has me completely raw and jaded. I couldn't be happier. I really couldn't.
I saw my ex the other day, he was behind me in his car when I was turning to get onto Mopac the other day. It spooked me. I literally started having a panic attack. Luckily, Mr Three was in the car with me to calm me down. He did tell me that I need to get over my fear of the ex, but it's not simple. The things he put me through, and the abuse, and power he had over me... It's difficult. But, Mr. Three is right.
Mr. Three also met the parentals. My Mom likes him a lot, she even asked me if we had kissed yet, because she wanted to make sure things were progressing nicely. That's very odd... When she found out the ex and I were knocking boots she just about shit a brick. But I guess that's different. My Dad, when saying goodbye to us, told him he could come back any time. BIG DEAL. He's never said that to any of my old boyfriends. I am thoroughly impressed.
I just hope things can stick around and hold. I adore him. I really do.
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