Everything was fine, my parents didn't suspect anything so it must not have been their friends that pulled into the park, or my step-dad's truck that stopped and turned around. That's a lot of stress that I dont' have to deal with anymore :) I hung out with Tristan last night. I went to his aunts house and played Scattergories with his family. I'm usually really shy but I was being just as loud as everyone else. I think I made a good first impression on his extended family too. We left his aunt's house around 11pm and went over to his friend Richard's house. I met a bunch of his friends from high school and we stayed there until around 2am. They're pretty cool people. One of them chugged some tequilla and ended up projectile vomiting everywhere in the basement not too long after. Richard wasn't too happy about that... Then Tristan and I went back to his house and I slept in his sisters room. I felt bad for taking her bed, but Tristan's mom insisted. I would have been more than happy to sleep on the futon downstairs! Or even a floor somewhere! I'm not a picky person when it comes to where I sleep. I know I've only been with him for three months and a week, but it feels like a lot longer when you're in college because you see the person constantly. I spend pretty much every single day with Tristan. I sleep in his bed every night. I eat meals with him. I have the same friends as him. It's nearly impossible not to be around him. Things have been moving really slow emotionally and I like that because I've never had a relationship where a guy has been so guarded with his emotions. It can be a good thing, because then you don't have people saying mushy things just because they feel like they should, without actually meaning it. The problem is... for the past week or so... or longer... I've been thinking that I really, really, really like him. A lot. Like... maybe even love him. I think he feels the same way too. I can see it in the way he looks at me. How he can't keep his eyes off of me. How he's constantly touching my hand, my leg, holding me. How he always thinks of me first. How he puts up with all my crap. How he cried when I tried to break up with him when I was drunk and wasn't thinking straight one night, lol. Don't get me wrong, he isn't some little girl. He seems distant almost because he never talks about his feelings but things like that show me that he really does care. We have this thing, where I ask him how much he likes me and he tells me "a bunch" and I ask him how much a bunch is, in percent, lol. It's gotten all the way up to 96.5 percent, haha, and I think it's understood what it means when he reaches 100. I just want to tell him that I love him, AHH! But I know the time isn't right. We still need some time to make sure it's how we really feel. Good thing he's not rushing things because I probably would have told him that I loved him over a month ago and I probably wouldn't have meant it. I wouldn't just let him say it and then change the subject, I'd feel mean! So I'm glad he's doing this. Even though it's driving me crazy!