Sunday, March 11, 2012

Smitten Kitten

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Sadly, I did not make this myself. Though I really wish I would have.


Guyyyyyyyyyyyyyys. I'm about ready to lay some cheese on you. At least, the first increment thereof. I'm trying to write the post I really want to write, but I haven't quite gotten there yet.

Do you remember at the end of my post about how Valentine's Day was trying to destroy my spirit and it was probably succeeding, where I subtly snuck in a quick mention of how I was probably meeting a boy that weekend and how I was cautiously optimistic about the situation? (And then my sister rolled her eyes at me and said that I say that about every boy I meet, but I think I pretty much have "PROCEED WITH CAUTION" stamped onto my forehead so that I see it every day in the mirror.)

Well, that date lasted seven hours. I'm not a dating expert, but that's generally a good sign in my book. We met up for coffee and talked until they closed down and booted us out. So we relocated to the nearby brewery and continued to talk until THEY closed down and booted us out. He walked me to my car and we kissed and it was wonderful and he texted me the very next day because that was as long as he could stand to wait, and so we went out again that following week for dinner. We stayed at the restaurant until they closed and then stood by my car in the stupidly cold Iowa winter until we couldn't feel our toes, just standing there and kissing and snuggling and joking around and it was kind of then that I realized that this was totally different than anything I've ever experienced before. Despite the cold, despite the lateness, despite it all, I would have stood out there all night with that boy. There was absolutely nowhere else I would have rather been in the entire world - I just wanted to stay in that moment for as long as possible.

That was about three weeks ago, give or take, and I've been holding out on you this ENTIRE TIME because I'm totally head over heels for this boy. I'm trying to figure out how to put it into more coherent terms and so there will maybe be a completely sappy post coming in the near future, once I figure out what the hell I want to say, beyond just the initial "squee" from this post that I started a week and a half or so ago and never posted. (oops). Or maybe I'll just wallow in glee forever and never tell you anything. It could go either way.

Usually when I disappear from this blog it's because I'm stressed out or exhausted, or, like the last time, fighting off a crippling round of a depressive episode. This time? This time it's the complete opposite. I went MIA because I'm actually, like, living my life. (I KNOW, RIGHT?) If it weren't for my food column, I'd probably have completely floated away on my little cloud long ago... at least it's something to keep me tethered to my home base, here. I don't want to be one of those people that completely abandons everything because of a boy. That's not my style. Been there, done that, hated myself afterwards. It's always about balance, and a balance I intend to keep... once I catch my breath, of course.

In other news, Daylight Savings Time is the devil and that extra hour of sunlight can go fuck itself because I am utterly exhausted. GIVE ME MY HOUR BACK.