What drew me to this lovely gem was her beauty. From the first time I saw that densely packed green and orange sticky crystal goodness, I knew she had to be mine. I don’t usually fall for hybrids and so I was beside myself with anxiousness. You see, I’ve only ever been with sativas. It can’t be that different right? She’s not a full indica. One of her parents had to be sativa. I’m just gonna throw it out there, I actually thought to myself at one point, “What are my friends gonna think when I start to bring her to our get-togethers”? I know it shouldn’t matter what they think but this IS Oregon, after all. I had to know more about her. But I couldn’t just approach her without knowing anything about her type. I’ll seem like a doofus. What to do? Luckily, the man behind the bar knew all about hybrids. He’s been around the block a few times and a good bar man has ears everywhere. He told me everything I needed to know to make my first move. This particular flower has quite a name around here. She may not have the highest THC percentage but she’s far from a Harlequin. I think could be happy with 22 percent. And man, is she a sight to see. Later in the evening, we took a selfie so I could show my friends what I hooked up with but I can’t find how to include a picture in my review. The first date was, as always, a little awkward. You never know what to expect on first dates. Is it going to be relaxed? Am I gonna laugh too much at all her jokes and she thinks I’m crazy? What if I can’t stop smiling? What if I over eat and can’t “perform” if the opportunity presents itself? What if I have bad breath? Why can’t I ever seem to drink enough water? Why am I sweating so much? What is wrong with me? Can she tell I’m high? All of my anxiety was soon put to ease. She was gentle and encouraging. She seemed to bring the goodness out in me. Maybe I smiled too much and got too excited when she told me about all the things that we could do together, but she was just as excited as I was. Everything seemed right again. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not one to put all my eggs in a single basket. I got a few numbers that day. The bar man’s intuition was on point for every one of the princesses he introduced me to. What can I say, I guess I was feeling adventurous. I even hooked up with an indica proper! I don’t know what came over me in the shop that sultry early October afternoon. Maybe the bar man was an angel pointing me towards a righteous path. Maybe he was the Devil, knowing precisely which of my heart strings to pluck… Just kidding. I’m an atheist. But there was just something about her that made all the rest unnecessary. Sure, there were some with higher THC percentages, but none felt so right for every occasion. I could climb mountains and scream her name when I reached the summit. I can take her with me to friendly get-togethers and she won’t embarrass me in front of my friends and family. We can just chill together and watch a movie, no awkward silences. I can rely on her to get me to where I need to be. In the end, does the difference between sativas and indicas have to be so fierce? Can’t we all just be thankful for a good relationship with our chosen strains? I don’t know why I’m telling you these things. I guess I feel like I can trust you. I’m not trying to brag about scoring with the right one or anything but I can see myself spending a lot of my time smelling her sweet perfume and experiencing her mellow yet perpetually interested demeanor. Some of the others may have made my heart race a little faster and some may have made more of the pain of everyday existence seem somehow less burdensome. The time I've spent with her has taught me that no matter who your parents are, it’s your characteristics that create sparks and sustain the flame.