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In an unexpected turn of events, Ron (the guy I recently went out with) called last night. He originally said that he was going to a show at HoB with friends, but those plans fell through. Then we were supposed to see a local band that he and I both like, called Gargamel. I went out to dinner with 5 of my friends, and he was supposed to pick me up from the restaurant. However, THAT show fell through.

Meanwhile, my best friend's boyfriend had a steak with some bad mushroom butter, and he got sick at the restaurant (I TOLD you there's never a dull moment around here.) I end up taking driving him to my best friend's house so he can get some rest, while everyone else heads to a bar for a while. Ron invites me to his house, and I decide to go (and promise myself that I'm going to be good.)

Ron has his own house near me, and a new puppy named Buddy. We watched TV for a while together on his couch, and then he decides to pop a movie in.

"Would you like to lay down?" he asks me. "Um, sure," I reply. So he takes the back cushions off of his couch, and he lays down behind me on it and wraps both arms around me. That's it. That's all. He was a perfect gentleman. It was nice. I can see he's the type who likes to go slow, which, all things considered, is fine with me.

When I left I kissed him goodnight, and he looked surprised. I was about to utter the words: "Was that the wrong thing to do? If so, I'm sorry..." But then he kissed me so I suppose it was all good.

I hope I get to see him again. He's kind of like Clark Kent and Superman all rolled up in one. There's a pic of him under my "Random Pics" file, I had a hard time embedding it into my journal.

Thanks for reading this!