So, we met up at 5 in the afternoon on Saturday, spent a little time together before dinner. Went to the Bosphorus at 6, spent so much time talking that there was no way to make it to the theater in time to catch a decent movie... so we headed to the Circle and got minty hot chocolates, sat and talked some more. Went to the Chatterbox, where I introduced the Heathers to each other; Heather B. thinks this Heather F. o' mine is "wholesome," which, frankly, is exactly what I'd hope.

She wasn't ready to go home quite yet when the bar closed, so we ended up at the Canary Cafe, eating breakfast, watching the sun come up. Exhausted, both of us crabby, yet neither one of us wanted the night to end yet. Eventually dropped her off at her home at 6:30 in the morning- a 13.5 hour date. Still haven't kissed her, haven't really held her hand yet... but it feels quite good so far.

Now, I did drop one bombshell at the Canary Cafe that has given her pause, moreso than the fact that I'm divorced... we were discussing how we saw things in the future, I brought up the fact that "gee, I hope my periodic severe depressions don't throw a wrench into the works," and that just happened to throw the wrench in right there. Talked it over, turns out she's got a history of cyclical depression as well, and she's not sure how well she can take me being down. But... that's something to work on, work with, work at- I don't think she'll run from that... or at least I hope she won't.

Found out a little more about her family; they're involved in politics in Pennsylvania (and apparently their name carries cachet, something she's chosen to not use as a crutch...), which goes far to explain her descriptions of them in the past... also found out her last name, and it's been all I can do to keep from Googling her or her family. But. I think that I'd rather find things out from her, as she feels comfortable letting things out, rather than me snooping around and perhaps getting a distorted viewpoint.