I've never been to Arizona's apartment but she's running late and asked me to meet her here. It's not really what I'd expect of Arizona, a new build in one of Seattle's better neighborhoods. Well I don't know what I'd expected – something different perhaps, something uniquely Arizona.

I'm a little early and she's running late so I really need to make the two minute walk from my car to her apartment last ten. When I look at my watch I've ended up in front of her door in two minutes forty five seconds. I know why she's beautiful, peppy and optimistic and well - I'm none of the above. Raising my arm to knock, I listen too her approaching, the melody of a vaguely familiar tune accompanying the pitter patter of her feet - a ball of nervous fire takes hold in the pit of my stomach

"Calliope! You're early, but that's okay. Come in, make yourself at home, I wont be long!"

She looks beautiful and I know what I must look like – frozen in the doorway, mouth agape. She doesn't seem to notice, as when my brain starts to process again I realize she's made her way back to what I assume is the bathroom. Looking around Arizona's apartment I'm a little shocked, if it wasn't what I was expecting from the outside it certainly not what I was expecting on the inside. The majority of floor space is covered with moving boxes - clothes and journals seemed to take up the rest. Taking a seat at the breakfast bar my eyes scan the kitchen – used coffee cups scatter the worktop, a half eaten bowl of cereal – obviously several days old abandoned next to the sink. My hands start to itch – it would be weird right…washing your dates dishes would be odd…how about just soaking them? No, too weird.

"So…err how long have you lived here exactly?"

I hope my voice doesn't give away what I'm thinking, who knew this amazing, beautiful, well put together, meticulous surgeon was a…slob! Not that it puts me off, if anything its endearing, something I will never admit to Christina – Arizona's not perfect and it sits well with me. Maybe if she's not perfect she can put up with my slightly more serious imperfections. I'm over thinking, jumping ahead - I should stop that, just enjoy what I have now – a date with someone way out of my league.

She emerges from the bathroom looking stunning, her blonde hair bouncing with every step, shapely legs covered in black, skinny denim – I get as far as her hips before I realize she's talking. Uh oh - good date etiquette, listen to what she's saying, her lips are moving but my brain isn't working fast enough.

"….3 months, sorry it's such a mess – I've been so busy with work and…"

Oh shit…busted! I really need to get a hold of myself, it's only our forth date and I'm fairly certain she thinks I have the attention span of one of her patients. She shoots me a dimple popping smile and I melt, I think I've literally just turned to goo on her hardwood floor – what kind of badass ortho rockstar am I?!

"Shall we go?"

I have to turn to look at her now; she's standing by the door with her coat on.

"Yeah, my car is parked just down the block"

I stand and walk toward the door, just as I'm about to cross the threshold she steps in front of me – I can feel my heart quicken and hope the effect she has on me isn't too apparent. Raising on her tip toes she gently presses her lips to mine, her lip gloss fruity and sticky against my own, when she pulls back my tongue instinctively swipes it away, eager to taste more of Arizona Robbins. I look back into her apartment – taking one last look at the chaos inside, pleased of the reminder that she's not perfect and perhaps I am good enough.