I went dancing with the Nice Guy on friday night. We went to a bar and there was a gay guy who had just come out and was having a "coming out" party with his friends. The whole bar cheered when the DJ announced it, which is really nice to see. Nice Guy even got hit on by one of them. I told him it meant he was good looking.
On Saturday we went to a festival in the park, and he held my hand. Which I liked, and at least a "move" was made, although I had to initiate it the first time. At least it's a step in the right direction. We're gonna have to work on kissing soon. It feels kind of weird to be this old and going this slow, but I kinda like it. I definitely don't feel pressured in any way and hopefully he feels the same. I dunno, I'm just playing it by ear.
On Sunday I met his family. They're a little rough around the edges but they have good hearts. His dad duct taped together 42 sparklers and lit them a ways away from us. But they fell over and started moving and did a U turn and came back at us, right beside where we were standing.... Lit the lawn on fire.... It was hilarious and scary and exhilarating all at the same time. I must say that I liked those people. Nice Guy works out of town all week but we're going to see fireworks together on Friday. Insert lame firework/love joke here.
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