The Dating Experiment, continued

I was right to say I would not be able to post for a while. Fortunately, I did not die like I hoped I would. My date night with April went much better to plan than I expected. So much so, that I am a bit confused as to how I should be feeling, but I do feel good. I feel better than good in fact. I have experienced a measurable increase in my levels of pheromones and vasopressin, a chemical reaction leading to an emotional attachment commonly known among humans, from my understanding, as love.

I hesitate to use the word "love" since I am new to the concept, and humans have a tendency too often to use hyperbole. Madison is also teasing me quite incessantly about it. I had a very enjoyable date with April, and I have grown quite fond of her.

Perhaps it is the magic of Saint Valentine that everyone has been talking about, but I was caught up in the evening I had planned for April. I took her to a lovely place called Micheli's, which serves Italian cuisine and features performers who sing songs in the style of an opera. The atmosphere was quite lovely, I must admit, and the meal was excellent. We also drank quite a bit of wine. What is the connection with alcohol consumption and revealing human emotions? I must get to the bottom of that.

Before we had even received dessert, April kissed me again. This kiss was different than the one we shared before. There was something softer, more tender about it. I hesitate to go into much detail, for I think it is somewhat rude to describe such personal moments, but I am a scientist after all and this is why I am here.

No, that is an unfair statement. My initial attraction to April was one of curiosity as I wished to learn more about the interactions between the males and females of the human race. Now, I feel a more personal attraction.

In fact, the night was so lovely, neither of us wanted it to end, and she invited me back to her place for a short period of time. We stayed up late into the night talking about all manner of subjects. I learned about her life history growing up in Valencia, how she had always strived to become a teacher, even her taste in literature. Apparently, she is very fond of a series of books set in a dystopian future in which children are forced once a year to compete in a ritual by which they all have to kill each other. This must be a fascinating work, but I find it somewhat ironic considering her love of children.

Saturday night ended when we were both tired enough and I thought it appropriate to leave her to rest for the night. I got the impression there was some missing part of my plan for the evening that was not thought out because something was bothering me, and April certainly seemed disappointed when I left. The nagging feeling was so great that I called her the very next day, which my research tells me is not at all what I should have done, but I was glad I did it. April was overjoyed to hear from me, and we ended up spending much of the day together. We saw a movie, which chronicled the rise to fame of a young pop singer, and found a quaint little coffee shop where we talked for hours.

We spent much time together over the weekend and on the day of Saint Valentine, which I found to be an odd occasion for romance, but April seemed to like it. We have even seen more of each other during this past week, though we do work at the same school. I have spent so much time with April, I have realized I did not pay much attention to my sister this week. I thought she might be worried about me, but she seems to enjoy this more than I am. That makes me somewhat suspicious, but Madison ensures me that she is happy for me. She did say that she hoped I was not "rushing into" anything with April. I am not sure what she could mean by that, but surely there is nothing wrong with two people enjoying each others company as much as we do. We spent much of this past weekend together as well, and I could not be happier. I do need to make sure it does not affect my work, though.

I am worried about one thing. I still have that nagging feeling in the back of my mind that I am forgetting a critical part of my research in human interaction. April seems to be just as happy as I am as I attempt to follow the protocol for a growing relationship, but I hope I have not left something out.