Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from The Big Bang Theory or any of its related characters. Any businesses mentioned may be by pure coincidence and no profit has been made or money exchanged to mention them. They were made up and not intended to be real. Likewise, any new characters created were out of imagination. Any similarities to real persons would be by pure coincidence only and not intentional.

Author's Note: This new fanfic story is a continuation of Sheldon's Revelatory Kiss. This will be a set of journal entries of dates logged by Sheldon. Everything is to be from his POV so that the reader will get a better sense of where his head is at. Again, this is a collaborative effort between Rachelshamyfan and myself.

Journal Entry: May 9, 2013

How can one day exhaust me so much? I feel I have been on an emotional roller coaster from the moment my eyes opened and greeted the day until now, as I sit here in bed, having finished my evening ablutions and ready to slumber.

The day started out so well. I had awoken to a stimulating dream and was excited to greet the day. My plans were to carry out every step, as per the dream I had. Everything was to be perfect.

As I planned the day, perfection went out the window. First, when I tried to arrange dinner reservations at the Italian restaurant, I learned that they were booked up for the night. Being the adaptable person that I am, I went for a different option. I found a very nicely appointed French restaurant that had a suitable menu and reputation for not only delicious food and romantic ambiance, but also awards for cleanliness. So, perfection was back in place.

Perfection was in place, until the next obstacle. I called limo companies and they did not have the black Bentley I had hoped to rent for the evening. Therefore I had to settle for one of those hideous stretch limos. What made matters worse is it came in white instead of black. I nearly gave up on the idea, but then thought about having to take chances with public transportation made me realize such was not an option. Therefore, I settled for the ugly white limo alternative. It still makes me cringe when I think that I actually put up with such nonsense. I should have demanded they rearrange it so that I had priority to the Bentley. Oh well there is always next time.

Now I am not a man that is superstitious or believes in such hooey, but if I had not known better, I would say the gods were against me. Having separated my clothes properly and preparing them for laundry, I then gathered up my detergent and softener, placing them on top of the basket that contained my laundry-prepared clothing.

Walking into the laundry room, I noticed a female tenant from another floor just leaving. I cleaned out the lint trap, using my gloves, a task that always grosses me out, and then carefully placed my clothing in the machines, adding the detergent and softener. Inserting the coins, I heard the sweet sound of the churning of the machines. That was until about ten minutes in. One of the machines began to gurgle and groan. Then it started to make obnoxiously loud noises. I thought perhaps the load was off balance so opened it up to move clothing around to a proper balance again. Closing the lid, it continued to make obnoxious noise. Again, I tried to rebalance and close the lid only to have the noise begin again, but this time smoke came out of the machine. I immediately unplugged it from the wall.

Sighing, I came to my senses after a brief moment of horror, and realized I would have to transfer my sopping wet clothes into another machine. I had to recalculate how much detergent and softener to use, as some was still present from the previous washing on my clothes.

Once the transfer was complete, things seemed to go back to normal. I mopped up the floor and tried scooping out left over water in the defunct machine into the sink nearby. I cannot begin to tell you how despicable this task was for me. I emptied it as best I could and wiped up any excess water.

The machine that had been loaded initially at the same time as the defunct machine had been loaded, was now finished with all of its cycles. I pulled out the clothing only to be horrified. There were blotches of a deep pink all over them. After completely emptying the machine, I discovered that the previous tenant, who had passed me upon arrival, evidently left a tube of lipstick in the machine. Now all of the clothes in that machine had deep pink blotches of waxy lipstick integrated with the fabric.

Are you getting the drift of just how bad this day has turned? What was a wonderful and perfect morning was now a dreadful, tedious, and now expensive late morning. There was nothing to do with the ruined clothes but to toss them out. They were destroyed. Not only was this an issue with my finances, but it also meant that precious time that I needed to plan for the evening was cut in half as I was going to have to go purchase new clothing to replace those that were tossed. I removed the lipstick from the machine and cleaned out the washer's barrel inside to make sure that no residue would get on anyone else's clothing.

After I waited for the second load of clothes to finish washing and drying, I folded them, added them to my now half-full basket and head back up to the apartment. Putting the clothes away, I knocked on Leonard's door to see if he could take me to the mall. He agreed because he too needed to pick up something he had ordered for Penny. In a week, Leonard would be gone for four months and it began to hit me as we head out to the mall. Who would take me on all of my errands? I realized I was going to miss Leonard's companionship, even if he did spend more time at Penny's than home lately. Of course, this was not something anyone else could know. I refuse to allow them any indication that I do have feelings and that Leonard is like a brother to me. If they realized that, it would be a weak point and I would have endless teasing.

Deciding I could not go there emotionally today as I had much too much to deal with already, I agreed to meet Leonard an hour later at a certain point in the mall, as we went our separate ways to complete our tasks. First I stopped by the bank to deposit many of the checks that had been stashed in my desk to make sure I had enough funds not only for the new purchases but to cover the expensive plans for my date with Amy. Next I went in search of replacement clothing.

I did have things go well at least at the mall. I was able to replace most of what I had to toss and was fortunate enough to have been able to get a fair amount on sale for at least half off if not more. That lifted my spirits. I felt it was the least that could happen to make up for the disastrous affair in the laundry room.

Coming back to the apartment, after I carefully put away the newly purchased replacement clothing. I then went to my computer desk and boot up my computer. Typing in an email to the managers of the apartment building, I explained what happened down in the laundry room with the machine that nearly blew up, as well as a filed a complaint against tenants that do not check the machine before they leave to make sure they do not leave behind anything that can damage or soil clothing further. I then print out a sign to take and put on the bum machine downstairs so that no one else would use it.

Heading down to the laundry room, I put up the sign on the machine and luckily no one appeared to have tried to plug it back into the wall. Nodding with satisfaction I ran back upstairs so that I could continue to plan my date with Amy. Leonard took off to be with Penny and I knew I would not see him any further that evening.

As I showered to prepare for the date, the mere thought of Amy caused me to go into arousal. Fortunately no one knows that I have been having baser urges toward her for a long time now. I have somehow managed to cover up the evidence quite well. The more I thought about our evening, the more I recognized that I must do something about relieving the tension that had built inside of me. I hated it when I had to resort to self-abuse but sometimes it is the only way I can find the relief I need to get rid of these arousals.

Cleaning up myself after a couple of rounds of self-abuse…yes I had it bad…I finally was able to dress for our date. Nerves were starting to set in. See I had not called and set up arrangements with Amy. I had intended on surprising her, but what if she refused to go out with me tonight? I finally realized that was not likely. Amy seemed to enjoy being with me, and why not? Who wouldn't want to be with Dr. Sheldon Lee Cooper?

Inspecting myself in the mirror, I decided to add a little after shave. Applying just a whisper of scent, not to be overpowering, but just alluring, I felt comfortable that I was ready to face the evening. I was dressed exactly as per my dream. I had on black slacks, nice shoes that matched my black superman T-shirt with a purple undershirt and then a black sports-jacket. I felt I looked rather dapper if I do say so.

Heading downstairs, I waited in the lobby and the limo arrived within moments later. I sprayed down the seat and buffed it dry. Satisfied it was disinfected; I then sat down and gave the driver instructions to Amy's apartment.

When I arrived at Amy's building, my nerves began to churn within me. I took a deep breath and explained to the driver that we would be back down in a few minutes. After arriving on the third floor, I paced outside her door until I could collect myself. I began my series of knocks. But there was no answer. I knocked again a few moments later. Listening, I could not hear any sound stir.

See, this is why I hate spontaneity. I had all these plans and now they appeared as if they were ruined, and all for naught.

However, again fate smiled upon me because I heard footsteps round the corner and there was Amy Farrah Fowler with a grocery bag in her arms rattling her keys to prepare for entering her apartment.

"Sheldon, w—w—what are you doing here?" I think I stunned her because she was stuttering. The look on her face betrayed her surprise.

"Amy, I missed you. Since you had to miss our date on Thursday, I felt I really wanted to see you. I didn't want to have to wait until next week to see you again. I know you have been working really hard and…well… I thought I would surprise you and treat you to an evening at the zoo, followed by a late dinner" I told her, as I helped take the bag of groceries from her hand so that she could have hands free to open the door.

I could tell that she was pleased by the expression on her face when I finished my sentence. It was completely lit up with joy. But that changed within moments. Darkness overtook the light.

"But Sheldon, it is your laundry night, won't that upset your routine?" Amy asked me a few moments later, with a frown now furrowing her brow.

"I moved my schedule around, as I decided that this was more important. I already have finished my laundry, well that is another story I will tell you over dinner if you wish, but no need to worry. It has all been taken care of" I continued to encourage.

"But you hate spontaneity, Sheldon" she continued to argue.

"Amy, you mean more to me than schedules. If you would rather not go out, please just let me know. Otherwise, can we move forward with my plans?"

And the light returned. A broad smile spread across her face. "I would love to go out tonight. Sheldon Lee Cooper you are full of surprises" she finally answered as she unlocked the door and let us in. "Just let me freshen up and change. Would you mind putting those groceries away while I get ready?"

I have to tell you, Journal, that when Amy Farrah Fowler came out of her room, all dressed, my stomach did summersaults. She was stunning. Her dress was not at all like in my dream. Instead it was a purple, black and white stripped dress that had short sleeves, a deep scooped neck showing off her ample cleavage, and was belted at her waist with a black wide belt leading to a fuller skirt. It was knee length and she wore no tights. She had on black ballet slippers and a small fancy purple cardigan was over her arm. Her hair was in soft curls like I had pictured, but instead of wearing glasses, she had on contact lenses, making her eyes like large cat-eyes. She was breathtaking. Needless to say all the showers in the world could not prevent the arousal that leapt within me. It was a good thing I had on tight underpants to hide the evidence.

We had a wonderful time on our ride to the zoo. But the mood changed once we learned that on this one night only, they closed early because one of the animals had to be quarantined making the whole zoo under quarantine. Disappointed it took me a few minutes to come up with an alternative plan. But being adaptable, we instead went to the aquarium. Amy had developed an interest in stingrays and dolphins so her face lit up when I made the suggestion.

It was fascinating actually. I had not been to an aquarium since I was a young boy and because we were on the coast, this one was spectacular. We had a wonderful time there. Amy laughed at my drama in the laundry room, and even managed to make me find the humor in it now that it was hours later.

Before long, we head to the restaurant. Amy seemed pleased and even told me that she loved how romantic the place was. I think I did well and I didn't even have Raj's help this time. I am quite proud of my selections.

Similar to my dream, the restaurant had private alcove areas and we were fortunate enough to have been seated in one. I ordered alcohol-free champagne for us as well as an appetizer of Chevre Truffles. I tell you, Journal, it will be our secret, because you know how I don't like anyone to know my hippie-dippy feelings, but I have to admit that our dinner was extremely romantic. What made this restaurant unique from my dream as well is that it had dancing. It was all very slow, romantic, rocking back and forth dancing, but Amy and I decided to live the moment and dance.

I was a bit embarrassed when she could feel evidence of my arousal. It made me blush, but she seemed pleased and said

"Sheldon, you don't know how much it means to me that you…well...you know…I can make you…" as her eyes traveled down to my crotch to confirm she had realized the power she had over me. Blushing, I nodded and pulled her in closer, managing to just let her enjoy the experience. It seemed to please her and the evening was all about pleasing her.

She knew I had romantic intentions toward her after our game of Dungeons and Dragons last week. We reached a whole new level of intimacy during the game which gave me the courage to plan this date and go through with it. So letting her feel the evidence, while rather embarrassing, was also a relief in a way so that she knew that there was nothing wrong with her, but it was my own hang-ups holding us back.

After we danced, we enjoyed sharing bananas foster just as in my dream. I paid the bill and we left shortly after desert.

It actually became very late when we finally returned to her apartment. French restaurants take a lot longer than any others to serve food. We were there over four hours and so it was now past midnight. I was already well past my usual bedtime, so I decided to just see her at the door instead of join her for a movie. I really was too tired, even though the thought of being with her longer was thrilling.

"Amy, would you like to do something tomorrow again?" I decided to ask as an alternative to joining her in her apartment.

"Sheldon, I would love that. I have enjoyed our evening so much tonight" she replied back. We gazed into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity. I had tried to muster up courage to kiss her on the lips, but chickened out and instead opted for her cheek. I leaned in and pecked her cheek, taking in the whiff of her apple-scented shampoo. I pulled her into a hug and we held each other for quite a while.

"Thank you, Amy for going out with me tonight. I hope you achieve successful REM sleep and are refreshed for our date tomorrow. Goodnight" and I released her, brushing my lips against her head as she pulled away.

Nodding, I made the journey back down to the street level and returned to the limo. Arriving at my apartment, paying for the limo, I went up to the apartment and decided I needed another shower. After another round of self-abuse, I put on my pajamas, brushed my teeth and head to bed.

So there you have a complete account of my emotional roller coaster of a day, Journal. There were low points, but it ended on a very high point. After all, I get to see Amy Farrah Fowler again tomorrow!