My devious little love life....

So, to recap the weekend...

I came home, much later than expected because my parents are psychotic and can't spend 2 minutes around each other or me with out screaming at everyone. I swear they're the children sometimes...

Anyway, so we get home at about 7 pm. Andrew comes to get me, takes me to Frankie Gianino's, a nice italian place with steep-ish prices (as in for a college student. More than Ruby Tuesday's, less than the Millennium Hotel Restaurant.) So, then he tells me that he was going to take me on a carriage ride through down town, but apparently you have to schedule that really far in advance, so no go. So we went to some really nice hotel in Fenton. I thought a hotel was a little weird, but it made sense since I don't have a place in St. Louis, and he's moving out and in with his friend in a week, so he doesn't exactly either. Anyway, so he booked a suite, which was sweet, and totally sweeeeet. It was nicer than most apartments. No joke. very classy. Anyway, so there were rose petals everywhere (real rose petals as I found out when I picked one up. I thought they'd be those dumb plastic ones you can buy at walmart...lol) and a bottle of my favorite wine on the bed.

Now... that all sounds really sweet right? Really romantic? Well here's the problem...

I'm apparently a huge bitch. See, I see Andrew as a short term fling. Fun, yes. Serious, no. Unfortunately... I've realized that he doesn't see it that way (obviously...) and I was just going to let it go, since we aren't officially together or anything, so he couldn't think it was too serious, even if he was acting like we were celebrating an anniversary. It was a fun night. I felt like I was on vacation somewhere far away from everything in my life right now. On the ride back though, he told me about a conversation he had with his boss, which basically, hidden beneath everything he was saying, meant that he could see this being "it," "the one," etc.... which is... scary for me. I'm not looking for that. Not right now. I just got out of a relationship like that, and I don't think I'm ready to be diving into again so soon. Not with Andrew anyway. He's a great guy, a real gentleman, but not someone I could spend my life, or even a large chunk of it, with.

So, Romance may not be dead, but fairy-tale, happy ever after, love stories are.

Anyway, I have Spanish homework, and Theory of Literature homework. I'll write more later. PEACE!