I am stressed! Tomorrow is BF's birthday. I haven't gotten him anything, and I literally have $10 until the 1st. I had to pay a lot of bills this month, and my money just didn't last. Normally I would be fine until the 1st, but it's his birthday. I really want to get him a gift.

I think he is kind of bummed about it. I can't tell. That or he is mad at me, and let's face it he would just tell me what's up if he was.

I remember the first time I met him. It was right before his birthday, 2 years ago. Ya, 2. I was bartending still, and one of the cocktail waitresses came over to me and was like you have to meet these guys. So I walked with her over to their table, and she introduced me to Duff and soon to be boyfriend. BF was wearing a Harley T-shirt, Harley boots, Harley jacket, Harley watch and a Harley bracelet. The waitress and I walked in the back and I said to her, "Do you think he even has a Harley?" We laughed so hard. About 2 weeks later I got off my dayshift and sat at the bar to have a couple drinks, at the time I was hanging out at the bar a lot. He came and sat next to me. A guy I was sort of seeing but not really into came in, and I sort of dumped him. BF came back and started talking to me. I told him it was my stalker who came in. Jokingly of course. He told me he always wanted a stalker.

I said I would be happy to stalk him. And that's how it all began.

We dated casually, meaning he would come in when I was working, or we would hang out after my shift. He would ask me to come back to his place after work all the time, I would always decline, I was kind of scared, and not one to just sleep with people. And come on, this guy wanted it, and maybe only it. I do remember one night he came in and a friend and I were hanging out. He came and sat down next to me and we were talking about something, I can't remember, and he said "I would marry you if you'd let me." I remember it clearly. I tell him all the time, but he denies it.

That night I finally decided to give in, I was going to his place. Now, my friend and I are in one car, his friend is in a car ahead of us, leading the way. BF left a little before so he could "straighten up." We are driving and we start going down this street with all businesses, and factories. My friend says to me, "oh my God they are going to kill us and leave us out here" we are laughing, half because we think it's funny, and half because we are a little scared. We get to this auto body shop, and he opens the door. We're like, okay. What now. He takes us in past the office, to the shop where all these old cars are, and there is a ladder, like one up to an attic. So we go up the ladder, very steep ladder by the way, and there is this room he built above the office. No windows, and a big screen tv. Typical guy. He lived at the shop, which I would have never done, but whatever works.

So we hang out for a while, and my friend wants to leave. He says you can stay the night, yadda yadda. She leaves and I do stay the night. The best part was about 7am we here some noise, he rolls over and says it's his boss. I think this was like a Wednesday morning. I'm like ok, I should go I don't want all the people you work with see me do the walk down the ladder of shame. So he looks out the crack in the door and waits for his boss to go in the paint booth, hands me his car keys and says "go!" I make a run for it and take his car home. Luckily I wasn't spotted, but that wouldn't be the last time I crashed with him.

What a first night... huh?