His name is Damon.

Upcoming Bday

Damon was at my house and we were sitting on the couch reading separate books. It was very relaxing and I really loved it. He was reading Son of the Wolf by Jack London, his favorite author. I was reading My Name Is Memory by Ann Brashares. It was Friday, August 23, mid-afternoon. It was one of those great reading days: the sky was gray and it was a little rainy but very calm outside with the very slightest chill in the air.

          Damon closed his book so I closed my book and looked at him.

          "It's getting close to your birthday."

          "I know! I can't believe I'm going to be 20! I'm so old."

          "Ha! Old? You're hilarious. So what do you want for your birthday?"

          I shrugged. "I don't know. Surprise me. You know what I like."

          He sighed. "That helped."

          We haven't quite been dating a month yet. It was about 2 weeks until my birthday, September 4, (1993). Our relationship was amazing, like him. We didn't tell each other we loved one another every time we saw each other, and honestly, I kind of liked that. It made it more meaningful when we did say it. We didn't just let the three words fall out of our mouths every second. Oh, and just in case you were wondering, no we have not had sex yet! We haven't even gotten to second base. Well, ok, besides the whole dry-humping thing when we make out. There were no feelings of pressure to do anything. There was no awkwardness (ok, maybe a little because he makes me feel like a nervous little school girl). It felt wholesome. And don't mistake what I have said to mean that I don't want to jump his bones every time I see him; because believe me, I do. It's just not the right time yet.