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"Be careful, red-heads are crazy." - my brother said when I was giving him and Grisha instructions for the weekend. In his mouth it sounded really offensive, even though he wasn't entirely wrong. I have no idea what came over Diana on our second first date, but somehow, from a dinner during which I hoped to lay down my case and maybe, if luck was on my side, get her to agree on seeing each other on a regular basis, it turned into something completely else. Instead of going along with my ridiculous idea to get to know one another, we got hot and heavy before the main course even arrived. From there, it was just a snowball effect. We took a break and detached from one another long enough to inhale the food, but then on the way home we continued our hot make-out session until we reached he