At 2:00 p.m. this afternoon:

I wonder what Jorge is doing now? I wonder if he's thinking about me like I've been thinking about him? I wonder if I should call him? Oh, I'll just wait til tomorrow to call him if he doesn't call me today. I don't want to overdose him with me, in case he might feel that way. Hmmm? I wonder when he'll call me again?

2:12 p.m.: Ring, ring!

Yes! It's Jorge. I can see his number on my caller id.

So Jorge tells me that he's going for a walk by the Rancho Park Golf course and was wondering if I'd like to join him. And, of course, I say, "Yes."

We drive there and walk around the place twice, having this wonderful, belly-aching, laugh my ass off conversation about shit. Yes, that's right....we actually shared stories about our most embarrassing shitting experiences. I don't think I've laughed this much or this hard in a long time. I mean, I was laughing so hard that I couldn't even talk.

This is how comfortable I am around Jorge. I can be that completely open with him and vice-versa.

So we finish our walk and drive over to Relaxtation for some milk tea bobas. God, that's another thing I love about him. He's into all sorts of foods. I introduced chinese tamale to him today and he liked it. :)

After relaxtation, we drove to this place where you can rent out a studio to play music. He and his buds are looking for a place to practice now that their usual place is no longer available.

Then, we went back to my place for a bit before he had to leave for practice. God, every time he kisses me, I get the butterflies.

Things seem to be going rather well. We're planning on going to Amoeba tomorrow so I can get some cds.