and i've got work in ten minutes.

summarization:

she's unlike anyone i've ever dated. drugs, exes, crazy stories.

i'm unlike anyone she's ever dated. i open doors for her. i listen to her. i make her "feel special" she says.

it is going well.

i feel partly like an asshole, though, deep inside.

and she says "you're so good, almost too good to be true. and so i keep waiting for the catch."

and i think, yeah, me too, i'm waiting for the ass in me to fuck this up.

i'm scared.

i can still feel her kissing me.

for once i'm not worried about tomorrow. im thinking about today.

tomorrow i might fuck up, but today i havent. not yet.

so. yes.

things are really good, she's a great kisser with incredible lips and an amazing smile and she makes me laugh and she's smart.

but i'm an asshole.