Bailey seemed like the perfect girl, a real angel sent from above.

I met Bailey at the farmer's market.

She was selling handmade soaps and dancing around in a dress that looked like it

might have started life as a pair of curtains.

I was selling eggs and vegetables, something I did pretty regularly on the weekends,

and she took to me right away. Next week, when I came pretty regularly on the weekends, and she took

to me right away.

Next week when I came back, she had set up her stall right next to mine, and I guess

we really hit it off.

After that, we began dating, sort of.

Bailey never used labels.

She said they were restraining.

She preferred to call us partners, and I have to say that she

really broadened my horizons. I was used to my dates being at the local steakhouse or at the

creek while I fished, but Bailey was into nature walks and making stuff. We spent afternoons,

making soap and candles. We'd take edibles and then go on long hikes, and sometimes we'd just

drive for hours, listening to music or talking about old times. Most of it was just us enjoying

each other's company. Bailey was very adventurous, and it was nice to get out and see things

that I probably wouldn't have sought out on my own.

Two months after meeting, Bailey was living with me as well.

Bailey didn't have a lot, just pull-long trailer and a lot of materials for making things, and it all fit pretty snugly in my garage.

We spent a lot of our time just tooling around, seeing

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