I may or may not be single - I am not technically single - whatever that means. I guess it means I am not looking, or that I have a lovely man that makes me all flustered, smiley and all that good stuff. It is good stuff no? So I know that is so vague and you are probably wondering what the hell is going on - who is this person, how did we get here, what the hell? Stop the bus I want to know what's going on here - give me the details and all that.
Well I don't have details - I mean I sort of do, but I don't. For one he knows about this blog, he reads this blog and he wants to stay off this blog - probably a good idea since the last time I dragged a reader male I liked into my blog I had to ditch the blog when I moved on. And no, I'm not planning to move on - but whatever - moving on past that point. So that all being said I'm still going to talk a bit about him, since we're all friends - cue to X this would be when you stop reading... you heard me.
So X as he's being called because he and I cannot seem to come up with a cute, catchy non-degrading name for him... we didn't intend this - good Lord I wasn't even looking for this - and yes I know that they say you'll find it when you least expect it and all that but, I was not expecting this. We fought it, we truly did, and well maybe I'm not a good fighter since I am a pacifist but our fighting against it didn't work. We both in separate occasions this past week realized that what we have been calling a friendship has definitely grown beyond that point. He in a conversation and I on one of my many Etsy browsing nights looking through the Treasury, started search for gifts for him. I had started Valentine's Day shopping for the first time in my almost 30 odd years. It was a weird revelation - not that I had never shopped for Valentine's Day but rather that somehow in all the talking and what not I had fallen sort of unbeknownst to me. A part of brain has wanted to curse me out - has wondered how these things happen. And yet the thankfully sane part is happy he is sane - non-codependent. Y'alls he has a job and an education, he can dress himself and *drumroll* is NOT a man child. It's like finding a freaking unicorn. Okay so maybe not a unicorn - how about an amazing pair of sale Louboutin's but really finding those is finding a pair of unicorns you can wear that say, NLLL-me right?
Enough with the unicorns - we're taking it slowly, and we will see what happens. I will do my best to update y'all since that is why you read and I blog...
So this is where if you are still reading against my instructions X you really really stop reading....
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