I’ve just spent a couple of days staying with some boys I met at Soul Survivor festival in the summer. They live in Birmingham, which isn’t too far from where I live. I went with a couple of my friends and it was really nice to just spend time with them because we all get on so well.
My mum didn’t want me to go because she thought it was ‘inappropriate’ for a few girls to go and stay with a few boys but it’s not like that. We are all Christians and are living by the same morals so there’s no danger of orgies or even random kissing. They are totally sound and lovely.
I get on really well with ‘T’ who we were actually staying with and we ‘like’ each other I think if you get what I mean. He is so respectful towards me and doesn’t try to rush things, doesn’t mind making the 1st move but doesn’t pressure anything. He doesn’t ignore his friends but doesn’t ignore me either. He is one of the nicest guys I have ever met…and he’s gorgeous!! J
We were watching a film with loads of others and he just held my hand and then we just lay and chatted on the sofa with his arms round me. He has the most beautiful big brown eyes that I could look into forever.
Mum will have a problem with it though…for no reason. She can’t ever be happy for me. Gggrrrrr never mind I suppose.
It won’t happen. Maybe that’s a defeatist’s attitude but nice things like that never seem to, but I guess its just wait and see.
I’m holiday for a week, going to see my brother and sister in law later today and staying until tomorrow so have to get my work done…linguistics!! Transciribing arguments! How exciting!!
Martha.
