So....

May 12, 2011

This morning I texted my co worker : So, Pastor slept over last night.

That was roughly five minutes after he left.

I swear, I had the best of intentions of not doing anything until October. But we stayed out until the bar shut down. He walked me home (since he only lives three blocks away). And about 10 steps into our trip home, I figure out that he's holding my hand.
It was the weirdest, "Do you want to come up" exchange I've ever had.
We cover, "I like you. I'm interested in you." which is normal.

But then we hit:
Can we not tell people at church (His idea, but I quickly second)
This might not be a good idea because I'm so young and will leave him for someone younger and hotter (Him)
We're really going to have to figure out children (Him)
I don't know that you're ready to date. (Me)

Later that night, though, I'm the one that's gotta drop bombshells. I don't think Pastor expected someone in her late 20's to be so inexperienced. And for all practical purposes, I'm really a virgin. After finding that piece of information out, his hard-on pretty much goes away.

But it's nice waking up in his arms. And it feels very honest. Like, I can finally admit that I think he's a wonderful guy and I don't just want to be friends. and we've texted a bit today. So, I think we're sorta good. But there's really no telling how this will all play out. It might have been better to wait until October.