It's been five days since Clarissa moved into my apartment. I'm not sure the transition could have gone any smoother. We get along really well (who don't I get along with though?) and she's been very thoughtful and kind. I think the following question puts it all into perspective: "Justin, do you like brownies and cakes and stuff?" Apparently, she likes to cook these sorts of things. Jackpot!
So anyways, that's that. It appears as if the 'forced' arrangement has worked itself out for the best. She's a neat girl.