So, I was wrong. He kissed me goodnight. He held my hand most of tonight while we were all watching and making fun of the 80's on VH1. He wants to talk - hopefully, we'll be able to do that tomorrow.
He kissed me. It's been months since someone's lips have touched mine - my heart's still pounding. Semi sweet, but still joyful. Only a few days left, but it's looking up.
He kissed me.
I guess I've got an anniversary now, today. That's right, I've got a boyfriend now. We've discussed what we want out of a relationship, and we see eye to eye on many of the basics of a relationship. He's nervous about the idea of not meeting up to the standards of a "good boyfriend" for day to day stuff. I made him feel better by telling him that I don't tend to expect more from a significant other than I do from my good friends. I just want to know that I'm important to those people, and that they give a damn.
He made me feel better by telling me that he'd rather be alone than just "have someone" the way it was Garth and Chris.
Basically, it's shaping up to be fairly low-key - mostly what we've been doing so far. Apparently, that's been enough for many people to think we're dating as it is, so that's not a big problem. It's just adding a physical part to it, I guess.
I think things are going to work out rather nicely. I really like just hanging out with him, and I do feel special to him.
Two full days left.