Exordium

Maybe I make things harder than they are. Maybe it's because I'm a woman, or because I'm emotional or whatever - but sometimes I can only tell how far we've come by looking back. As much as I want to be calm cool and collected, I can't...at least when it comes to my own matters of the heart. I'm all twisted up in what I feel, what I want, now now now. It's like being a two year old with an eighteen year old boys libido.

Ok. Enough with the cryptology. This is the story of me and Nick. It's a love story, a comedy (him), rated M for mature (plenty of "M"!), a drama (me), a memoir. I already keep a detailed journal and I had another blog for about 5 years, but this is different. This will be a series of flashbacks along with what's happening now for perspective. I need this because I tend to distort time into my own span - very annoying to others and very unhealthy (You may do it, too. Ex: "A long time ago" for 2 weeks ago. "the other day" for 3 years ago. "forever" for two months from now.)

Blogging. Free therapy.