2003-07-09 at 8:06 a.m.
Paul and I hung out a lot yesterday. He picked me up at ten and took me to eat. The food was delicious, even if it was just Subway. Then we went to the park and acted like kids. That was fun too. How many times do you actually remember to act like a kid? Not that often, right? Besides, it's always good to be a kid! He took me home to change so we could go to the pool, and then picked me back up and we went to the pool. He threw me in, but I didn't mind. While in the shallow end, he and I sat and talked. The lifeguard was resting cuz we were the only one's in the pool and we could swim. We weren't breaking any of the rules either. After talking about anything and everything under the sun, he decided we ought to go, so he got out and ran to the boys changing room to put his clothes on, and I just sat in the sun, baking. I kept thinking about how cute he was, and how much he and I are alike yet so different. He wants to be a missionary! I love missionaries! I told my sister one day I'd be a missionary. She just laughed it off. "You don't have what it takes," she said. I beg to differ. I have love! When I thought I was dry enough to change, I went in to the girls changing room and put on my change of clothes and when I was done, Paul was outside waiting. He held out his hand, and I took it. It felt so safe and secure, like nothing could happen to me. We sat in his car and talked about other stuff. He told me, "Kenni, I promise, I'll never try to get you to go to bed with me." I believe him. He told me about his past with girls. He always liked them and they wouldn't go out with him, or he was too scared to ask them out. He had one girlfriend, but she left to go out with his best friend. (That hurt!) He said that I was the only girl he kissed. Then I told him about Mike, but he already knew, and I told him about my first boyfriend, Todd. Todd was a mistake! He was too much like a brother, and he asked me out, I said yes, and two weeks later, I said no.
We went to his house. His little sister was there. She's so cute! She's only seven and very sweet. She says "Yes Ma'am," "No Ma'am," "Please," and "Thank you." She was watching Jonah when we got there and I sat down and became enthralled. The French peas just finished the Steak and Shrimp song. I sat and watched and it's such a cute movie. After a little bit, Paul came and sat next to me. He put one arm around my neck and offered me his other hand. I gave him mine, and we sat like that for the next hour watching a VeggieTales movie. When it was over, at about seven, Paul decided to take me out to eat again, so we went to Abuelo's. Granted, it's a drive to get there, but the food was superb. I ate a chicken quesadilla and he ate this Mexican Steak special thing. When we finished, he ordered desert nachos. I ate more than I can even think about eating again! We drove back to our home town, but it was getting late, so he took me home. We sat in the car for about thirty minutes before I finally said I had to go. He kissed me again. I could tell he would. He got that glazed look in his eyes and he leaned forward slightly. I was sitting in the middle seat of his truck, so it wasn't much. I closed my eyes out of instinct I guess, and he placed his lips on mine. The kiss was sweet and innocent, but it was longer than I expected it to be. I was on Cloud Nine! I felt so secure, and I knew this would be how our relationship would always be. We wouldn't be kissing all the time, but sharing moments of our lives together, and if God led us, spending eternity together. But I'm kinda wary about that now. I was hurt by the last frog, remember?
Well, I gotta go. He's picking me up in half an hour to go to Dallas to the movies and the mall. My parents approve of him more than of Mike. Maybe because his parents aren't divorced and he has a little sister. Who knows.
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