Got into my first fight with B on Sunday night.
It was stoopid - as all fights are - and really just amounted to a breakdown in communication.
But it was good. A few things got cleared up and I got to see his fighting style.
It's different from mine.
But that's to be expected.
I now have a better feel for what's in his head (he's not ever gonna be one of those guys who volunteers intimate information) and I can relax a bit about some things that were bothering me.
Of course, we kissed and made up. And then made up again.