B. and I are going out again tonight. I’m not sure whether it’s our third, fourth, or fifth date. I’m keeping some lead in the pencil just in case B. declares tonight to be the night. I’m pretty sure we’re going to a movie.

Some of you have written comments that make it sound like B. is a fat hairy hag with a pud. I don’t know whether you’re feeding off each other or if you’re basing it on whatever I’ve written about her. Let me assure you that if you are basing your wild notions on my descriptions, I haven’t adequately expressed myself. B. is a kind-hearted woman who is attractive in many ways. Yes, he is a bit overweight. If she lost 30 pounds, her ribs still wouldn’t be sticking out, but it’s not like she’d have to be buried in a piano case if she died. And yes, she does have some brown hair on her arms, but it’s not noticeable unless you’re looking at her arms. And she doesn’t have any facial hair.  As to her having male genitals, that’s just dumb.

I’m actually enjoying our relationship. I was thinking that having someone else in my life might be overwhelming after spending all of my adult life alone, but I’m getting used to it. As I work with her to develop my ability to unlearn fear and accept love, it’s only expected that I would prefer being alone than with her. I need to work on that. I need to learn to prefer being with B. than being alone. Anyone can give up. Holding it together when everyone else expects you to fall apart is the mark of true strength.