  I think taking things slowly made all the difference in the world. Months past from meeting to the first kiss. More time elapsed between that fateful lock of the lips and the first late night under the covers game of wandering hands. And finally, the first time we....um....you know...did...it, I was, get this, sober. And it meant something to me. A lot to me.
And it still does. And I can't use words like "fuck" or "bang" or any of my other mainstays. I've turned sincere. Our time is spent talking, not drinking. Its spent hugging, not groping. I smile and yearn to do to good things.
I strive to be nice and selfless. We went to the Elefant after-party the other night. Mainly for the free beer, but I also wanted to see the Elefant boys. I spent a good amount of time with them as the sole Americans one week in London. Up too late in the hotel partying, searching for British food that didn't want to make you vomit, making up songs in cab rides. They're all swell boys.
Too bad that week of London shows made me never want to see them ever again. A complete overdose. I mean, I think I am much more a fan than most, but even I have my overdose level. A bunch of other friends were there too. It was nice seeing so many people. I think I overwhelmed her a bit with all the people I was introducing her to.
I don't know why I was. Maybe she just brings me so much joy that I want to share her with everyone. Maybe I think her goodness will rub off on me and that the people will see, that in my eyes, I am glowing, and it will help to erase the mistakes of my past as they see the goodness this girl can bring out in me. She thinks I am just trying to show off to her how many girls I know. She thinks maybe I am just using her to make them jealous so that when she leaves next week, they will be more interested. I don't want her to leave next week.
It makes me so sad. Some friends say thats the only reason it works. That her departure frees myself from my fear of commitment and the future. That such a short deadline, frees me from responsibilities of the future, and allows me to emotionally open up and care. I think its just that she's genuine, and outside of NYC bullshit, and open and honest, and sweet. But enough about her.
She'll kill me when she realizes I wrote about her today. In other news, we interviewed our first roommate applicant. the mess, oh, its from a party we just had. No, no its usually much quicker. Thats our story and we're sticking to it. My Shocking Pinks cd arrived yesterday from New Zealand.
Yum. So fucking Summer. Dancy death disco ESGesque grooves that slip into reverb filled dream tone melodies. So fucking blissful. Just like my gal. 
