Begin at the beginning, when the nerves first start to kick in. I took close to 3 hours getting ready to meet Stoner...shower, exfoliate, shave , moisturise. Dry my hair straighten it perfect. Apply make up. A couple different outfits and I'm ready. Feeling sick from nerves and no where near good enough. Hoping more than hope itself for him to not stand me up. To like me even half as much as I already like him. Nerves fade into giddy sickness. I like him, I wanna impress him, be enough for him, want him to like me. He looks at me like I'm beautiful. His kisses are delicious. He says I am the best, I say he's better. More gorgeous than I imagined. Sexier. Sweeter. Shyer. LUSH! Okay I admit we slept together first night. He barely took his eyes off me, looked me dead in mine...intense and full of desire. Lets be blunt the fuck was good. He knew his way round and he admits he's had some practice but so have I. We lay together wrapped in dark and he asked me what I'd say if he asked me to be his...I said I'd say yes. He pulled me close and glued the bond with 3 small kisses to the lips. So I guess now I should call him Adam.