[nothereanymore]

I had a nice night with a nice guy. He seems like the nicest guy I've met so far. Honest and humble and considerate and polite and GENTLEMANLY (@ God, THANK YOU) and very very cute and affectionate and passionate. And good at sex. Sue me. I hope he's as good a person as I think he is and I hope I don't fuck this up.

Edit: It's been a REALLY long time since I could post in this thread. I've had reasons to be happy on any given day in the last two and a half months but to recognize it, hold onto it, share it, and put it above what upsets me is unprecedented in my recovery so far.