The Bipolar Otaku

Well, I ate Palm Sunday dinner with her parents and a small slice of her extended family (her grandfather, great uncle/aunt, 2 uncles), so last Saturday I baked another one of my famous raspberry cheesecakes for desert. She helped me lick the bowl... and considering the bottle of raspberry wine that I pour into the mix, we probably could have (and really really wanted to) gotten drunk on the cheesecake batter. :)

So if there were any doubt that the family likes me, it's gone. I'm in. Her great aunt said that I'd probably have no problem with a blitz torte (which seems to be an old family special recipe and the measure of their cooking skills). Her grandpa hugged me before he left. Her parents treat me like a regular fixture in the house. I played some video games with her little brother.

Anyway, now that I've cooked her dinner and desert, she's starting to wonder if I'm a better cook than she is... but, she really hasn't cooked me dinner yet. When she gets her own apartment next month, she plans on impressing me, and I'm sure that she can impress me.

In any case, she is also starting to show how much of a neat-freak she is. It's good though, because I'm far from the cleanest person... So, maybe if I cook and she cleans, it'll all work out. :)

So, things are still looking good!