Two worlds

I spent the weekend with James again. Not as much of the weekend as last weekend, but it was enough. It's such a different world. My world is always go-go-go. There's ALWAYS something to do, something that has to be finished or tended to. Sometimes I choose not to do it, but they're always there. There's always a to-do list. James' life is so ... quiet in comparison. There are no deadlines, no pressure, nothing that has to be done. It's so strange to wake up on Sunday morning and be able to lie in bed for an hour and just enjoy the warmth of the bed and having someone beside you. Granted that person beside you snores. (I didn't realize how much that would bug me) We didn't get to sleep until 4am. It wasn't just sex (granted there was a lot of that). There was a lot of talking, a lot of discussion. One thing just led into another. Nothing was on the taboo list. It was nice to be able to just ask a question and not worry about what he thought of me. I guess we're at that point where nothing surprises him anymore. It's almost been 6 months since we've been actually dating. I mean it's more like 18 months because of all the crap that happened before. 18 months. It seems like it hasn't been that long.

His birthday is on Thursday. I've heard that his parents want to do something. I don't know if I'm included in this or not. I hate meeting parents. I'm always afraid of saying the wrong thing but coming off as witty, entertaining, intelligent. I never know how much I'm supposed to say. Oh, and on top of all of that, what the hell am I going to wear? Why can't we just take him out and get him drunk like a normal birthday is supposed to be? What's so wrong about that? It's so much easier for everyone.