She will never get to understand just how difficult that first date was for me. Never. Maybe she was nervous, I dunno. But… for me the ocd was as rife as ever and I was basically barely hanging onto my sanity. It needs to be stated that by sanity I mean the part of me that gets pummelled by the imbalance of said ocd. But this isn’t about that, this is about her, our first date- meeting each other outside of O’Sho’s on Barrack Street. Near her home. Somehow, fast forward it all, and we had such a good time together that, before we knew it, it was 3 O’Clock in the am. I thought it was, what… about eleven at most?! Same with her. . Dear beautiful and caring *******. Such a real girl. So honest and deserving of the love of a guy who sees her for exactly how strong and funny and independent she actually all is. So funny, too. And I did not necessarily expect that part at all. She seems to adore rising me. But, then, they do tell me I’m extremely easy to rise. Easy to take the bait. But this isn’t about me. As far as I am concerned she can continue to rip the piss out of me for as long as she likes.