Me, I met an awesome girl: Québécois, smart and sexy, motivated, and incredibly nice to be around.
I’m still in that euphoric initial stage, but (rather alarmingly) I see a lot of potential with this one. She’s suggested that, after she’s had her fill of Vancouver, we movie to Montreal and set up house there, which is bitchin’ because I’ve been idly thinking about picking up and going there anyway.
Anyway, right now I have this bizarre feeling that everything is just peachy, no matter what happens. It could just be a passing thing, or something much more permanent, but whatever it is, it’s just fine.
It’s disorienting because I’ve been used to heavily qualifying my relationship stuff for the last five or six years, and this is, confusingly, absolutely perfect. She’s even approximately the same age as I am – just a few years younger. (My last GF was twenty years older and the one before that was ten years younger – both of which presented a few problems.)
So, yeah. I am so fecking chuffed.
Also in the news, I bought a new couch, had the back-breakingly uncomfortable old one hauled away, and was offered a job today. So life is good.
This puts me in a frame of mind where it would please me to hear various and sundry bits of intelligence from Dopers who have reason to be cheeful this spring.
Unexpected tax rebate? New kittens? Why are you grinning like that?
I wanna know.