So I met this girl...

So I'm out Friday night with some friends at our usual haunt and we are joined by some of their friend plus one person I'd never met before. She was very pretty and that only changed when she smiled at me, at which point I upgraded her to beautiful. Initially she sat as far from me as was possible, so I didn't learn anything of her, even her name.

Later in the evening, as my friend and one of the newcomers began to talk and spent the entire time trying to one up one another, the very pretty young lady saw an opportunity to flee their discussion and came over to sit next to me. We talked about any number of things, but really bonded about the most important of skills: baked goods. She bragged about her brownies, cookies, and cheesecake, and I bragged about my brownies and pies in response. T'was like a match made in the pastry section of ACME or something.

The more we talked the more I liked her. She was smart, much smarter than I, funny, very entertaining. I got the distinct impression that she was enjoying my company nearly as much as I was enjoying hers. Eventually the party wandered over to her roof, and we stayed late into the night. Though I did not talk to her exclusively, we hit if off quite well.

When my departure time came we talked a bit alone, she made sure I had her phone number, we made a date to cook something, and before I left, we kissed. It was a lovely end to an ego boosting night.

Having seen Swingers, I know the rules, and did not call her the next day. I called her on Sunday to see if she'd like to get some lunch, but got VM, so I just left her a quick VM and thought nothing more of it, spending my time instead playing Crackdown and preparing myself for the night's D&D destruction.

During the game, I got a call and, lo and behold, it was her. I scampered outside, excited, to talk to her for a while. My character was stuck in a force cage, so it wasn't like I was going to be doing anything for a long time. I said hi, hoping to hear about when we might be doing our cooking date. Instead I found out that, in fact, that other guy she'd been avoiding all night was actually her boyfriend and she'd neglected to mention that. Oops.

All things considered, nothing really bad happened; it was just a kiss, and I've only met her once. But she is smart, funny, beautiful, and confident. I could be depressed, or irritated, or some other negative emotion about this. But really? I feel great. A beautiful girl thought I was that interesting in one shot? This means to me: the therapy is working, the drugs are working, and I'm not broken anymore.

I finally really feel like I'm not broken anymore.

That fucking rules.