Official

A few nights ago after going out NotMexican sends me this series of texts:

I have to tell you. I tried hard not to let it happen because I figure if it does then it's real. I am freaking crazy about you. And I need to figure out how to get you to stay and not move back to Boston.

I see good things with you. Great things.

We need to talk.

I have never really had the talk with any guy I've dated. Not even with RedSox whom I dated for THREE years.

I relied on it actually. It allowed me to do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted because then I wouldn't be a cheater.

NotMexican and I went out the night after the texts and talked very little actually. We became official and promised we would enjoy what time we have left.

So that's what we're doing... as boyfriend and girlfriend.

And now it's time to meet all of his friends...