When you've waited 10 years for something, falling in love in 10 dates seems perfectly reasonable. I may regret this post in the future; if it all goes tits up. But for the moment, I'm going to enjoy the hell out of the ride. I deserve it. He deserves it.
It's the first kiss, the first road trip, the first time meeting family, the first first time...all those intoxicating moments. I'm going to soak it up. I have a feeling it's our last first time.