So it happened.
And I had him assure me several times that he wasn't going to run because I was crazy or freak out because I took my Lithium at the restaurant. SO he took me to FABULOUS sushi. Everything went swimmingly. I was drugged so I ate like a six year old, but said some pretty endearing things. (Well, I must've because he's on his way back over to make out! HA!)
We talked about both being some kind of sick and family. It felt normal and fabulous. I don't think I've ever been in a relationship with someone who wasn't denying they were batshit crazy or otherwise.
We came back to my place to wait the hour and a half until the movie started. Of course, I had had my pills and crashed for three hours while he played with my hair and watched movies on my computer. HOW EFFING SWEET. Then, my computer died and he had to go. I walked him out and he complimented me and kissed me. It was lovely.
So is this what a normal date is like? As this progresses, we shall see.