City gave me keys to his house sometime last week. But for the first few days, I refused to use them...I would just still wake up at an ungodly hour and leave. Wednesday I had to get up early anyway to go to the bank. But on Thursday I had to go to the bank too, and instead of driving to my house and then going to another Metro station....I just brought all of my stuff to his house, and we caught the same Metro to our respective places.

Uh --- it's strange how people still stare at inter-racial couples. Like really stare. I was like "isht are we in 1964?" I tried to pretend like I didn't notice, but I noticed...didn't bring it up though. When we got home (which we now refer to his place as....which is strangely uncomfortable for me) City brought it up. We talked about it. [He's only dated 1 white girl and he was 16...everyone else was black].

We even timed our schedules so we could ride the train back together. Then went out to dinner at this place called Smokey Bones in Bowie. That's when/where I got sick as a dog. I made it through the night...it was a struggle...but I made it through. But was so sick that we couldn't have sex that night....or that next morning. I was really sick.

Anyway...last night...instead of watching a movie, we decided to play cards, drink, and talk. Had a really good time. A fly on the wall would have thought it was two 8 year old kids laughing ridiculously at any and everything. It was fun. But around 3am, for some reason the conversation got serious.

City has this thing about not talking about our past relationships to each other. But we started talking about it last night....he ended up crying. Because of what I said, and then because of what he said. It kind of scared me...because I wanted to get up and leave. He told me some really personal things that absolutely shocked me. It really is amazing the personal things that people go through...really amazing.

Anyway - so today, we went to look at a house. He first explained that a bunch of us were going (b/c this place is right down the street from his mothers house). Right, so when we wake up this morning, and are late b/c of course we had to get it in before we left...we get there, and I'm like "uh babe -- where is everyone else at?"

He explains that he just wanted the two of us to see it together for the first time alone. Hmmmm....really.

It was nice. The oddest layout that I've ever seen in a house, but nice. City was unhappy with the windows and the fence in the backyard. Other than that, he was ok with it. I was careful not to give any opionion, b/c this is HIS place. Everytime he asked me something, I was ok enough to say "well when I come and visit....." He was looking at me like I had grown 30 heads or something, but I really didn’t care. And he kept saying to the realator “these are the things we are going to do to the house….no she’s completely in charge of decorating xyz room…..sweetie what colors do you think we should paint said room”. Yeah, strange….but its ok.

So the other day I finally took the time to clean my damn basement (well I didn’t mop, sweep, or scrub out my tub – although my tub is relatively clean…I know this because I haven’t really used it in a long time). But I picked up everything else. Yay. My point – City is coming over to spend the night for the first time. Nervous, HELL YES. But….I just don’t want it to be another type thing like with that fuck up faggot Bluu. I just don’t want it to be some fucked up shit where I can’t go to my house and sleep because all I can think about is when we used to be together. So….I’m already on fuckin crazy person pills as is now….I don’t want to have to go live in a room with a padded wall just for this instance.

But…I’ll write later about how that goes. I’m really happy that tonight, I’ll be able to sleep in a freakin bed that is SOOOO SUPER comfortable. Yessss….I’m excited :)

Take it easy kiddo’s