Today, I turn 38. Today, it has been nearly six months since I began dating Naked Guest. I stopped writing after our 2nd date. I assumed that if he was something special, then I would not want to broadcast any ups and down of the get-to-know-you phase. Wonderfully, that phase and the amazing time since has only been up.
I left many untold stories in my blog queue... the member of the bike coalition who nearly broke my chin trying to inappropriately demonstrate to me that my helmet was not properly fitted; the urban planner who couldn't seem to architect his own life; the PhD MD (Dr. Dr.) that is a genius about anything but romance; a few stories about men I actually loved that aren't necessarily funny but are part of my history; and the Worst Date Ever story (which ended with the host of the restaurant suggesting I change my phone number).
The stories might not get told, at least not here. I'll leave them in their draft state.
When I started this I hoped it would have a happy ending. I suspect it might. What I can say is that my life in these last six months has been incredibly happy. Not only NG, but also work and home and the rest of my family. So maybe I've managed to gain 15 or 20 pounds - while that is frustrating, still I feel wonderful about myself.
And that is prime.
