Does anyone really want to hear the details of someone else's whirlwind romance? I'm not convinced. And does anyone who's experienced that kind of thing really want to share all that much, and force into narrative terms something that by definition disorients and leaves you changed? In the words of Doug Martsch, my inclination is to "keep it like a secret", illuminating the outer edges of the courtship, and paying forward (sorry, but it fits) the positive effects of meeting Lin. But protecting what's ours and only ours. That said, when we found each other, something clicked instantaneously. We met on Thursday and saw each other the next 5 days straight, each time staying up late into the night, luxuriating in this new and fastly precious thing we'd found. There was wine, too, lots of wine. And in this case the wine may have been both an enhancer and a form of self-medication, as all the natural chemicals flowing through my body in those first few weeks threw my body and mind into all sorts of glorious disarray. What am I saying here? It was great. It was the greatest thing in the whole world that's ever, ever happened to me, meeting Lin. And both of us, perilously nearing the point where we'd begun to resign ourselves to being alone, to trying to accept the okay-ness of being alone, to giving up but studiously framing it as some kind of victory -- well we were blown away...BLOWN AWAY... that there might be someone for us. And that it might be someone who seemed so perfect...well that was a cause for great joy and great trepidation all at once. Caution was thrown to the wind very early, but not without pangs of wondering if I was setting myself up for a monumental disappointment. Alas, something I said to Lin via email, after out first date when it was clear that something was there…"Trust." So we tried it.