My first time riding on the back of a motorcycle. On the freeway. At night.

Dont tell my mother.

I never thought I'd be riding on the back of a motorcycle with myself wrapped around a cute guy on the freeway at night when I moved to this city.... Oh the many roads and the places they have taken me over the years.

We went to the bar to play some pool for awhile and then decided to take a drive. I'm used to four wheels, not two. It was definitely different and I just seemed to add more weight to the situation, on four wheels more weight to move around is good, but two not so good. But I learned. The corners and the weight issue was the scariest. The stop and go was the hardest with a helmet that made your head feel 10 times heavier than it really was and feeling like you were going to fall off backwards headfirst when the light turned green. It was hard to snuggle up close like yer supposed to when you both have giant heads/helmets. We went up past the capital and back down state street and then he decided to take the freeway home. Freak. It was bonita tho and thrilling and fun.

This is where I compare my guy to James and say loudly in my head "F U James" and smile contently. James wouldn't ever let me on his bike. He finally stopped calling me. He had two years to treat me like this and I got nothing, Evan treats me in the first three months of knowing him.

I'm soo freakin attached to my guy while on my period its ridiculous.... Every little thing he does juss seems so hot and I just want to kiss his face off. The weeks seem to go by fast, but not in a boring or wishful way. The weeks are filled with new adventures and some old ones just to keep it in balance and new adventures are planned in the future to keep our interest. I feel like in so many ways I've already made a committment to him without even knowing it. Sometimes I feel kinda suckered into this relationship...but its not that bad.

Even after almost three months I still feel all giggly and slightly twitterpatted by him, and we still feel like pleasing each other all the time, ya know all those impressive things you do for each other? I know those wear off after awhile...but how long is awhile? I feel like I'm waiting for the real relationship to start, done with the twitterpattion and impressing him, ready for the mature good/bad parts of all this. Three months isnt long I admit, but in this state most ppl would be engaged by now I'd think, and three months seems to be the longest relationship I've had after highschool.

I like just going with the flow, seeing where this road takes us, its ...refreshing. No pressure of marriage or babies, no time limits, no ultimatums, no threats, no truth hanging over yer head that you wish not to acknowledge (to an extent)... Just living. Its not like I'm running out of time or wasting it, I got many more years ahead of me. Just leave me be.