We sat together on our second date. Our first date went well, so we decided on another. We both loved Asian food, and there were only a few places in town. This one was our favorite. We chatted lightly, sharing stories about our lives and our family, hobbies and such. We seemed to have much in common. We were both chill and relaxed. Conversation came easy for us.
"I've got bipolar family members. Aunts, cousins, in laws. So I'm familiar with it..." He said.
"What about bipolar boyfriends?!?" I asked.
"Love 'em!" He answered back, with a slight lick of his lips that told me he was lying, but was willing to try it out with me, bipolar as I was.
Later he would find he just couldn't deal with my extreme highs and crushing lows.
But somehow the insanely passionate and tender sex made up for that.
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