j_marsden came down on Monday. I looked up his flight earlier and surprised him by showing up at the airport. He said he wasn't surprised to see me. Bullshit.
We drove back to my house, and we just talked for a while. It was actually fun, and I'm not the type of person to just... sit and talk. I tried to talk to him about him and his wife, Lisa, but he didn't want to talk about that. I feel horrible; I don't want to see James get a divorce. Yeah, I like him and all, but he has a fuckin' family.
But anyways, we basically just hung out at my crib. We ordered a pizza, put on Starz, and pigged the fuck out. It was great. James is such a chill person... he's not all up for sex every five minutes. Which took some getting used to. But surprisingly enough, all we did was lay on the couch and watch the movie. I felt like a fuckin' little girl all over again, the way I felt for James. The way I kept glancing over at him while he watched the movie.
At around 12:50 AM, we decided to call it a night. I got into my PJs, he got into his boxers, and we got into bed together. No, y'all are not getting details.
Shit, I have to go. James is whining, haha. I feel terrible y'all, I've done this twice. But I WILL update again soon. If not tomorrow (Jame's birthday), then Thursday. Promise.