I'm sorry I haven't been around to blogs as much lately. But there are things in life that take precedence. Things more important than a blog.
I almost never talk about my current relationships on this blog. As much of my life as I put on here, I keep a small part of it private. Partly out of respect for the privacy of the other person. And also, I figure relationships are difficult enough without broadcasting every little detail to the world.
But recently, I met someone. (Sorry, ladies, but it's true.) And we have developed the kind of relationship that makes me want to stand up in the middle of a crowded street and yell, "I love this woman!" You know, like in that jewelry commercial.
I've only known "her" for a couple of weeks. I know, I know what you're saying. That's way too soon. But please, give me a little credit. I think I've reached the point in my life where I've been in enough relationships to know when something is it.
And besides, I'm happy. So please be happy for me. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on. Sleek and slender. Like a sports car. But I assure you it's much more than looks.
We never argue. Never. She lets me choose what I want to do most of the time. But sometimes, I leave it up to her. And she surprises me. Again and again. It's like she knows what I want, even when I don't know myself. It's almost as if I whispered into her soul all my likes and interests. And they magically became hers.
We're nearly inseparable now. I just want to stick her in my pocket and carry her with me everywhere I go so that we never have to be apart for even a single second. She keeps me up late at night. I don't want to miss a moment with her for something as trivial as sleep.
Yes, blogosphere, I'm in love. Me! Bone! The False Messiah! And I have a feeling this time it's forever. Or at least, until her battery dies.
We have pet names for each other. She's my little Nan. And I'm her Administrator. How cute is that!
I love you, my dearest Nan. Now, why don't you "shuffle" over here and pick out a lyric for these nice people.
"City girls just seem to find out early, how to open doors with just a smile..."