Hello folks,
I haven’t been around here as much as usual recently, but I have an explanation. You see, around the beginning of the year, I started seeing someone and it’s gotten serious. We’ve spent most of the past few weekends together, and I’m afraid we’re now at the point where we’re acting cutE! Please keep in mind that, while I am indeed short and female, I am not cute! I’m the fierce and dreaded Siege, if you please.
There’s not much else to say except that he’s brilliant, funny, kind, and strong. He’s seen me dressed to the nines and in jeans and a sweatshirt, covered in dog hair and dog drool. He’s seen me dancing, laughing, and flirting with every guy in sight, and held me while depression’s wracked my soul. He’d like to protect me, but he won’t stop me fencing or tilting at windmills; he seems to find those traits vaguely appealing. He’s a bit older than me, so neither of us are spring chickens, and we are set in our ways; still, we also have a lot of respect for who we are, rather than trying to change each other into something we’re not. Oh yes, he’s even come to a Dopefest with me.
I’ve got it bad, folks, and he appears to be just as severly affected. I’m not going to predict what the future holds; I am going to enjoy what we have for now, including a great deal of time spent hugging, kissing, and talking about everything under the sun. I could wax eloquent and romantic about love being the ultimate miracle, but I’ll spare you the glurge. Instead, I’ll just say that I finally found a man who appears to be a match for me in wit, strength, and so many other things. Oh, and for those of you who are used to me arguing religion, he’s even a Christian.
You folks have shared enough of my sorrow; please share this bit of joy. So help me, it looks like both of us consider ourselves lucky to have found each other. He is also a genuinely nice guy, if a bit shy and, like me, a bit geeky, so you nice guys out there complaining you can’t get girls, hang in there, or better yet, give it a shot and ask one out. You never know what she’ll say “Yes” to over time.
A rather blissed out
CJ 
