Well, it did finally stop snowing here so I went out on a real date with Jack. For the first time we really talked. I had time to learn about it him while we waited for the food (the restaurant was half empty but it seemed to take forever to prepare our food but it was worth it when it finally arrived).

Jack just got out a long term relationship, three years. That kind of scared me because I'm not sure if he's over his ex. He mentioned her a lot but that's kind of understandable because when you spend so much of your life with someone, even after it's over they're still a big part of your life.

Other than that there were a lot of positive things. He has a good job, he has career goals. He actually owns his own house. He loves music almost as much as I do. He wants to take me to see a jazz show. He said he can't believe I've never been to one. He reads a lot. He is older, but just by a few years.

He still seems too good to be true.

The night ended with us sitting in his car. I didn't want the night to end but at the same time I'm not ready for him to sleep over under normal circumstances. We kissed goodnight several times. Each time I was about to leave but then we started talking again.

He's back over now. He's downstairs watching the football game with my roommates boyfriend. Which is kind of weird because they are coming great friends. They didn't even notice when my roommate and I left. There's only so much football I can take so I'm pretending to take a nap.