Not gonna divulge too much back story - will save for separate post (out of order, but fuck it) - but long/short, I met a girl, she’s incredible; she might be the one. Dating exclusively. Alternative chick was a whack job. After lying to me about being off her period, she bled all over my sheets after a roll in the hay and remarked before leaving: “Well, I guess if you ever want to reenact scenes from American Psycho you can just gimme a call…” Yeah.

SO, I’ve fallen hard for new girl. Dropped the “L” bomb for the first time in a year the other night - since my ex, man! since the “big one!” - and I couldn’t be happier. 

Last night, she and I did ecstasy (my first time - wahoo), which was actually fantastic until her friend went bonkers and got aggressive. I ended up looking like the asshole for not wanting to take a drug-induced bike ride at 3 in the morning when I’d rather be in bed sleeping with her. 

You know that feeling when a new dating experience loses its innocence? It’s light and fun and you’re on top of the world, but then you encounter a legitimate obstacle, things get “real” and you see eachother’s true colors? Show too many cards? I feel like that happened last night. Then again, what can you really take anything seriously away from a night of drug induced shenanigans and conversation?

We talked tonight. She misses me. I miss her. Last night’s behind us. All is well in the world until the next hiccup in my over-empathetic love life.