Walking on air

First off, apologies for disappearing for so long. Things have been
pretty busy, and then last week I was on vacation and spending
minimal time in front of computers (and lots of time down in the
Market sipping lattes at Timothy’s and reading crime novels
and Foucault — yay for cheap vacations!)

So you may remember that Candice and I recently
went out to meet for coffee and cake. I didn’t expect
anything to come of it then, but things got a bit flirty on IRC, and
last Wednesday was our official First Date.

12 hours and one downpour later it seemed pretty clear that things were
working out well between us. Best first date EVAR.

Of course, things are never simple: she has only recently broken up
with her previous boyfriend, and is still living in their old
apartment (he’s staying at a friend’s place). To avoid the empty
apartment full of memories blues, we ended up spending
the weekend together. And, yeah, we’re a thing now.

Things are working out so incredibly well that even my pessimist side
is having a hard time complaining. The whole initial awkwardness just
never happened at all — I feel like I’ve known her for a long time,
we’re finishing each other’s sentences, and we just keep finding
compatibility after compatibility — but not so much that it’s not
interesting. It’s just comfortable. And god knows I’ve got the
awkwardness thing down to an art form. I’m still floating along a
couple inches off the ground. Also: cute. Way cute.

So all told I’m a pretty happy mendel right now — the
happiest I’ve been in a long time, in fact. Eeeeeee. I hope this
never stops.

11 responses to “Walking on air”

  1. I’m so happy for you two.

    Maybe you can add my favorite interest that’s thus far unlinked: “things with capital ts” :)

  2. Tres cool.

    I’d say something to pacify your unrepresented pessimistic side, but livejournal doesn’t support friends-grouped comments, and I’m way too embarrassed about said comment to say in the open. I will, however, take this time to mention, as is my habbit, that livejournal’s spellchecker doesn’t know the word livejournal.

    Perhaps I should quit drinking for now.

  3. I attempted to think of something CLEVAR to say in reply to this, but the words just aren’t finding me tonight.

    I think we’re walking on the same cloud of air, you and I. Usually, I’m afraid of heights, but this time, I don’t want to come back down.