It seems that I’ve become part of a relationship. To be honest, it started a week ago today, but being paranoid me I just let it percolate for a week to ensure that I wasn’t simply misinterpreting something completely different.
As it turns out, I wasn’t misinterpreting something completely different. So now, I am happy. She’s a wonderful girl (but you know how I do; you won’t get her name off this page) who, unlike the vast majority of the population of earth, finds me charming instead of creepy.
I have many male friends, because there is a decently large subset of the male population who find creepy, awkward people to be very, very funny. Nearly all of my male friends fit into that category.
Unfortunately, there is no female analogue to that subset. Being creepy is just repulsive.
So the reason I am happy is not simply that I am part of a relationship, but because such a relationship is so unlikely in the first place.
It does add another element to the ongoing battle against time management, but I believe in this case the pros far outweigh the cons.
Far.
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