So I've been seeing this guy for a while now. Maybe 2 months, He's really sweet. His name is Jason. He keeps talking about the kids we're going to have. A boy and a girl. He wants to name one Jesse and the other James and have them two years apart. He thinks its hysterical. He wants them to go to school in Footscray because it's multicultural and its good to mix with people from other cultures when you're young so you accept them before you learn that they're different. I think it's a really smart idea.
But that's what I like so much about him. He's a bit older than me, going a bit bald on the sides (but it really suits him). He's a bit wiser too. The stuff that he knows about blows my mind, like porno stars don't actually have sex anymore. The guys just take this pill so they don't get hard and they just use footage of older films for the close up shots. I had no idea. I thought they were really going for it. Makes sense though, you can't get diseases if you're not actually fucking.
Anyway he doesn't like me smoking weed. He made me promise to stop, so now I can't do it around him. He'd know if I did because he used to be heavy into drugs when he was younger, e's, louie, heroin, everything. Now even herb makes him paranoid so he can't have it. He got so angry last week when he busted me stoned. Started screaming abut how weak I was. It really freaked me out. His head got so red that I thought it was going to explode. Later he explained it though, he wants to stop me from turning into him, and sometimes to stop an addict you have to be firm. I don't think I'm an addict, I just like to smoke a joint every now and then. But I know that he truly cares for me. He wont let me get off the phone until I tell him I love him and sometimes he calls three or four times a day just to hear my voice. And he tells me he loves me all the time too. He's so sweet I feel like we're in a movie. I don't think anyone's ever loved me this much before.