First Times...

For the weekend that just passed, I experienced a lot of "first-times"...

For the first time, I actually went over to my bf's house..

For the first time, I am introduced to my bf's mother and chatted with her..

For the first time, my bf is enthusiatic about meeting my parents..

For the first time, my bf met my parents and had dinner together..

For the first time, I see that my brother is talking to my bf...

For the first time, my little niece "interrogates" my bf as if he is my husband-to-be...

For the first time, I had the shoulders of my bf to lie on when am high on alcohol..

For the first time, I went to Rouge with my friends and we all had 4 jugs of long island tea..

For the first time, my bf stayed overnight at my place..

For the first time, he stayed and accompanied me at home on Sunday..

For the first time, we went onto a barge for Redbull's product launch on the waters near marina south..

For the first time, we missed a movie when we bought tickets for it..

For the first time, I feel that this guy is good to me..

But yet, I suddenly feel scared. B'cos for the fact that he treats me so differently from the rest of my other ex-bfs.. I actually for once felt this is so "honey-moon period".. And I am afraid to lose it once all these become in my possession.. Hence I do not wish to "open" & "fall" for it..

OR have I unwittingly fell for it already?