July 15th

I'm writing this late at night, on my laptop, laying in Tara's bed.

When I finally found the courage to make my move, things ended well. I made my move in a very classy, romantic way. I invited her to the bridge, brought a couple of brown bags and a pack of Camels and spilled my heart right there. Well, I definitely spilled something... I had already had a few, and I was pretty nervous, and most of my spewing seemed to be positive assessment of her physical features, but hey, it seemed to work.

Our first... encounter, actually ended up happening right there under the bridge. That feels like quite possibly the trashiest story I've told yet, but I mean, that was where we first really bonded so like, there was emotional meaning.

We didn't disappear for a full week like I had hoped. A few full days, yes. Right now, she's asleep, her head nestled tightly into my chest. She's asleep, too, not past out. We were actually sober most of the day today. Apparently we do still enjoy each others' company even without the third wheel of alcohol.

Unfortunately, she has to go to work tomorrow (did you know she had a job?), so the Smut Trance phase of our relationship has to come to an end. Tomorrow, we get the joy of facing our friends and foes as... presumably a couple, though we hadn't really fleshed out the details yet. I don't think we're still just friends.

I'll have to ask her when she wakes up. For now though, I'm gonna go ahead and stop wasting time writing and go back to enjoying the moment.