This whole relationship thing is crazy. I don't know how so many people can be in and out of it so often. Soooo...ok, he picked me up friday (with roses) we went to pf changs, then saw the "incredibles" (great movie- probably better than really is in my mind cause he was holding my hand) then we came back and talked until 2:30am. I felt very special b/c not only were my roommates still awake (well, not michelle--I would have died from shock if she had stayed up) but my friends in nebraska were waiting up for me to call as well! So really the date didn't end until sunday night. We talked for several hours on saturday in the lounge and then Sunday we went to mass together and he took me out to ihop afterwards. He's so awesome about giving out compliments, which is nice and weird at the same time. I'm just not use to it. I always turn bright red. so anyway, I was NOT planning on this this semester (every other semester I wanted a boyfriend so bad but this semester I was really not interested and concentrated on my studies) and I was doing all my homework every night and going to bed and getting up at a good hour and working out every day. Since last friday I've done the bare minimum of homework, gotten little sleep and not worked out 3 days- all due to talking with him. I like him a lot but I'm such a perfectionist that I don't want to fail and therefore worry about how close I should get to him. I'm still convinced that at some point I'm going to do something and he's going to be so disgusted and drop me like marshall did. Ug. He's too good to be true... he says I'm "perfect", loves going out with me b/c he gets "to go out in public with a pretty girl." tells me I look nice (and at the right times) is obsessed with my hands, thinks getting me to turn red is so cute, and loves my "kimsims" that I thought were the biggest turnoffs (like I'm always shaking my leg or swaying or how I'm always barefoot-yes, barefoot in a dorm- and how I go on and on and on about my family, and talk about cooking) ashley! he loves cooking and OWNS CUTCO. some freakyness? both our dads' names are Ken, our dogs' max, and have the same scar on our thumbs, both studied in Oaxaca, and our hair is about the same length. (actually, that last one is kinda scary). Anyway, we are going out again tomorrow night- I can't wait! I must say, though, it's annoying having all this homework pile up, and constantly daydreaming. I have never really daydreamed before. Damn it's distracting. hahaha, I just remembered something. Ok, so, he always opens the car door for me (kinda weird but I'm liking it) and when we had just gotten in the car when this lady comes up to the window and knocks. So he rolls it down and she says (in a very thick texan accent) "I just want tah tell ya'll how NICE it is tah see a young man open a car door for a young lady and make sure she gets in ok and tah see a woman that will allow him tah do so." and then something to the extent that we were both perfect and should not let the other one get away. I'm still trying to figure out if that was a good sign or not...after all, she was kinda scary...