My hero.

I did it. AGAIN.

I stalked him... Sort of. I couldn't get a hold of him, and I had a terrible night (Jd sending me dozens of text messages calling me a whore and telling me I was the worst thing that ever happened to him. I was maddened, I was stressed out, and I was angered. So, I tried to call Jake, and when he didn't answer... I drove over there.

You see.. Here was my logic.. We are together, in a relationship of sorts, and if he showed up at my place needed a hug and some tears wiped away - I would be happy to be there. Here is where my logic wasn't - it was eleven - fucking - thirty at night. I had a huge glass of wine while taking a bath. And I was emotionally out of control.

When I got to his place, I was just planning on knocking if I saw a light on.. Driving home if I didn't. That's what I did. What I didn't expect - my alarmed "boyfriend" pulling a gun out of his safe and loading it in 10 seconds (and putting on pants) before unlocking the door - to be tired and confused and mildly irritated that I had cause such an alarming reaction.

It turned out well though, after the gun was put away. He calmed my saddness, my crazy, my nerves, and calmed me so much that I slept through the night effortlessly. He kissed me so much I thought my lips were going to fall off this morning. I looked sad for a moment so he made it his morning goal to kiss me happy. It worked. :)

He.Really.Just.Likes.Me.

To top all of this off.. The moment I began to doubt - to think.. Maybe he is going to think about how ridiculous I am for coming over at 11:30, scaring him, and then bursting into tears on his porch - and then just say... This chick is crazy man, I'm out. But right there, in that moment.. A text. I checked my phone... thinking it was Angie, and it wasn't. It was him. Telling me he hoped I had a better day.