There are quite a few things I've learned from these nine weeks of dating Mr. Hot Guy Asahi. I mean, besides the constant butterflies, and the cricks in my neck because I always want to look at his damn face, and sweaty palms from holding hands for the one minute and forty-three seconds it takes to cross through the least populated area of the park in town. Apparently I need to learn to keep my shit together a little better, but at least I'm not alone in that respect.
One, he's a six foot human representation of an African antelope, eternally in jitters from some unknown predator. I mean, I get it, having a boyfriend is pretty big shit, especially when you are as polarized as we are. But on the scale of anxiety, even I'm only the guy that flinches at a jump scare in a horror movie while Asahi is...well he's out of the theater and two miles down the road.