To start with something really nice happened, I met Kate which was nice. She was keen as fuck to the point where we slept together on the second date. First date made it to first base.

Something bizarre went on, she was really intense and interested. She also was seriously honest with me even on the first date, a major depressive disorder was the correct description. I made the fatal mistake yet again to allow that desperate guy out, she took unwell apparently then following that the interest and intensity from her became the polar opposite. I can put it down partially my own intense and almost pushy behaviour, so partially furious with myself because yet again that has blown any sort of opportunity to enjoy such positive experience.

A good part was to enjoy the long lost art of affection, been such a long time since anything like that came along so it was refreshing, for a brief period of time the confidence was bursting out of me. I managed to salvage part of the so called friendship I have with Kate as I was honest with her following an indepth conversation with my dear friend franko. I expressed an apology in terms of my intensity, she promised it was okay but I believe I have scared her off to the point where I dont think much will come of that. Lesson learned in that case.