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Well, my barbeque was a success, although I did go a little nutty when buying supplies and now have more food than I'm likely to use in a week, let alone two and a half days. But maybe a certain sister and brother-in-law will come over and help me get rid of it (hint hint!). I also didn't think to check the level of gas in the barbeque, and being horribly low, it took us about an hour to cook the burgers. It was great to see my old roommate again, and super nice to meet his girlfriend, who I like a ton more than I thought I would. Also, very nice to see Terry, surprisingly enough. He looks fantastic, as always, and for some odd reason, thinks I look pretty nice too (and continually told me so throughout the evening) The four of us took a walk over to the bluffs after dinner, Dave and his girlfriend ended up wandering off on their own and told us they'd meet us back at the house, giving Terry and I some time to ourselves and a chance to talk. It's amazing how much he's matured. He went on for a while about how much he misses me all the time (but apparently not enough to pick up a phone and call me once in a while), how every time he meets a new girl, or gets set up by his married friends, all he can think about is me and said that I'm really the only girl he ever wants to go out with again for the rest of his life. I honestly don't know what to do with this information. I don't know if I can ever forget how horrible he made me feel when we broke up, and besides, I live in Chatham. He doesn't have a car, I can't afford to be coming home every weekend to see him...it simply couldn't work. But in the meantime, he made me feel like a goddess at least for a little while. When I'm with him I feel pretty, sexy, smart, and downright special. Hell, I feel skinny! I can't quite understand it, but of any of the guys I've ever dated, he's the only one that makes me feel this way. And of course he had to end the night by giving me a massive case of butterflies, and also many sleepless hours to follow - he kissed me, looked deep into my eyes, squeezed my hand quite firmly three times and said "Do you remember?" and walked away. Yes. I remember. Three squeezes always meant "I love you" when he couldn't say it out loud