Well, it's been a while. My parents decided not to come, thank all-that-is-divine. I went to his house afterward, met his parents, Beth and Nigel, and his sisters, Keira and Dale. I had dinner there (salmon, mashed potatoes and mixed vegetables), but didn't eat much. After dinner we went for a walk, and were going to sit in the park near his house, but there was someone there, so we circled around the block, and went back to his house. On the way back I saw the girl who'd been in the park, but didn't tell Kenwrick, I hadn't used the washroom after dinner, and was afraid my... problem would act up.
Anyway, once we were back at his house we spent most of our time in his room. When he moved closer to me I only buried my face deeper into my knees (I was sitting in fetal position). He asked if something was wrong, but I only shook my head, and gagged. "Are you sick?" I ran to the bathroom, and brought up yellow bile and some mashed potatoes. I rinsed my mouth out, helping myself to some Listerene, and came out to find him sitting on the stairs waiting for me. I assured him it had nothing to do with the food, and that it was something I needed to sort out on my own. He got me a glass of ginger ale.
We talked for a while, and he finally got me to confess my problems, or maybe I just wanted to confess them... I told him about my anxiety disorder, and my physical intimacy problems. I don't think he totally comprehends the reasons, but then again, I don't either. Sigh.

We've been out together once since. We saw 'The Wedding Crashers'. I know, stupid movie, but I can't make decisions, and Kenwrick wasn't helping, with his namby-pamby "I don't care what movie we see, as long as you're there..." So, I took the advice of Mike Morris ("Yeah, that's a really good movie!"), and suggested it. It was a bit obscene at first, but once the actual 'wedding crashing' had subsided, it was okay(-ish). I haven't seen him since, but I received an e-mail from him at the beginning of the week. He's at his cottage this week, while his dad's on vacation. Sigh...