Well, that budding feeling of the beginnings of love got squelched I think....

We moved too fast. He spent the night two nights in a row this weekend. I don't really know how it happened, but he spent one night, and he didn't leave, so he spent two nights.... and we also slept together.

I could have spent some time alone to reflect. He filled me with many stories of his life, and after two nights, it had felt like a LOT to take in at once. Like too much to take in at once.

I enjoyed our time together for the most part, but I wasn't overjoyed that he stayed so long. Once he left, I was relieved to be on my own again.

We're having dinner together tonight - his suggestion before he takes off for a couple of days.

I don't know how I feel... I am still processing the weekend.