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Boy at college. Getting pretty into him. He's about to turn 21...so he's 2 1/2 years older than I am. In my really limited experience, I've never dated anyone older than I am. That freaks me out a little bit. But things are sweet and cute and all those things. We drove out of Baltimore to escape the city lights Monday night so we could watch the shooting stars. Pulled the car over to the side of the road and ran into the middle of this field. Lay on the blanket and I was shaking from cold and we watched the stars fall like still-lit cigarettes thrown out speeding car windows. Then I got up and did the meteor dance and spun around a lot.
I act like such a moron around him and he seems to like it.
He has this beat-up Volvo and a waterbed and a big gorgeous apartment with hardwood floors and hallways ideal for sock sliding. And a red_hat.
If only he weren't such a drug user and hardcore drinker.
This is really starting to get to me.
Is there anything I can do about that? Is it really unfair to ask him to stop, or cut back, or to just be straight-up honest with me about the whole thing?
Maybe I just need to shift my head from prep school guys to college guys.
You should know this is starting to gnaw at the bottom of my heart.
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