2:10 The Nurse
Um. WOW.
Update: one week in, and I've fallen hard for her.
Update 2: close to two weeks in, and I'm doubting that there will be any more dating stories that don't involve her directly. That might be mostly hopeful projection, because it is still technically very very new. But, holy shit, I'm happily enthralled.
Update 3: aaaand now I'm terrified of losing her, before even actually becoming anything beyond theoretical. Hearts are stupid.
Update 4: she shared her PhD thesis writing work with me. It's a special kind of vulnerable intimacy that I treasure. Now all I can think about is all the things I wish I could share with her.
Update 5: she appears to have let herself fall in love with me, too.
All is right with the universe. And interpersonal chemistry is a wonderful healing magic.
[DEEP BREATHS] OK, perhaps a more readable telling of this chapter is in order. Please stand by.
DISCLAIMER:
My original and intended interpretation of the title "Nurse" is the Canadian (English Commonwealth) version, which is the respected front-line medical professional with the hands-on technical knowledge for dealing with patients and are the backbone of healthcare.
It has come to my attention that another, possibly American-centric view of "Nurse" is more about a sexy servant. While I think being a skilled professional is indeed sexy, I did not mean to conjure images of tight white costumes as being the primary element of the description.
The Beginning
We met online, and chatted, and things ticked along in a pleasant way. So pleasant that we agreed to meet in person...
The First-First Date
The day after arranging to meet the next Sunday - 6 days away, The Nurse pinged me to say that she was having a rough afternoon and wondered if I would be interested in meeting for a drink.
Hell yes, I would be.
As is my modus operandi, I suggest the slow-paced low-threat experience of a McMenamins.
The Late-Night Embrace
The Bike Ride
Exploring Our Fit
HTTH 40 ±10
The Thing Is
-sigh-