April 24, 2004
"I'm a screamer, so you would have heard that." And I'm not supposed to be enamored with her. Today is day 8 of 100. On a bar tab, a contract is scribbled stating that for the duration of 100 days we will get to know each other. The demands of meeting are at least twice a week with intermittent email conversations not counting but certainly welcome. The sticking point of the deal is a distinct lack of physicality. Penetration of any kind is out. At first, it was very strict. No touching of any kind. I love holding her hand.