everyone asks me how my date with michiko, i mean, minako, went, last satuday, and the only thing i have to say is:

it was good

i was a perfect gentleman.

to prove that i wasn't like my father, i refused to touch her the whole day, and we spent the entire day together, since 10 am to 10:30 pm
it seemed like we transcended time and space

but she barely speaks english

i guess love speaks any languege

but there is no love is there? as past relationships have proven.