saturation point

the point where you are unable to hold or contain more. 
not one more drop. 
everyone has a different saturation point for various people in their lives before you want to kill them or run away. 

8 minutes. an hour. 3 days. 2 weeks.  5 months.

for a very rare few, there is no saturation point.

i become saturated by men quickly.  once their charm has been squished out i become sick of them, and fast. 

their laugh, idiotic comments, and inappropriate mannerisms irk me oh so much.   

i feel claustrophobic and need space. asap.

but

i have not reached the saturation point with mccocoa. 

nope. not even close.

this is slightly terrifying to me-- how un-sick of him i am-- due to the amount of time we spent together this weekend.

i have this terrible worry that he may reach the saturation point with me... but all his talk of future events and continued requests for yet another date helps to disintegrate the fear. 

so, 

i think things are going well. 

i'm letting my fears take the week off. i can't wait for saturday (date #4?)