This is definitely a strange situation, but not irreconcilably so. I have about a month and a half to be as myself as possible to see what might come of things. Really, my greatest difficulty is being real and comfortable when I'm really horribly nervous at the most inopportune moments—and yet I refuse to take reparative drugs.
She's pretty god damn on cu(t)e.
I hope this goes my way.
Please let me stop worrying around M.
I need something just this one time. It's important. No favors, no gifts, just give me to me.
Once that's done, I'll take care of drawing her closer. Where's my courage when I need it Mr. Oz?
Let's just have no flower pot crowning moments.