life, the universe, and donna

This blog seems a bit neglected. Why bother writing long rambly paragraphs when I could simply update my relationship status on facebook or write short pithy 140-character updates? Man, blogs are so 2007.

And yet, sometimes it’s fun to write long rambly paragraphs, and so I figure I’ll give that a try now.

As I alluded to in Rambly Paragraph #1, I updated my relationship status this week. Please forgive me if the rest of this post is a little silly and vomit-inducingly cute, but I’m ridiculously pleased and life is awesome and there are birds and sunshine and unicorns and the cherry blossoms are blossoming, so really, what options do I have?

So sometime in February, I decided that I had healed enough from the Nick thing that I was ready to at least test the waters in the dating department, as evidenced by the post in which I wrote about how I was ready to test the waters in the dating department. And so I did. Met some pretty awesome people, but nothing was clicking. Managed to pick up a few new friends with a penchant for Adventure! in the process, but not really what I was looking for. Well, not that Adventure! is ever a bad thing, and quite frankly the process wasn’t nearly as painful as I was expecting. Between museums and art galleries and musicals and great dinners, I had a pretty good time.

And yet… no zing. Now I fully admit, I’m pretty inexperienced with “normal” dating. I spent my twenties avoiding commitment as much as possible, and generally keeping a nice collection of wonderful friends-with-benefits with whom I had little interest romantically. Nick was… well, Nick was a fluke who wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a fling, but I kinda fell for him like a sack of bricks. There was “zing”. But that’s all been talked about enough. I think maybe I’m maturing. Says the girl who uses a towel with a shark hood.

So, new dating. It was fun and a little scary and I’m sure I made many rookie mistakes, but as much fun as I was having, there wasn’t the “zing” that I’d experienced with Nick, and I kind of wanted that too. Friends are great, friends are amazing… but I wanted zing. Had some minor Sad about it pre-Dan, because… shit. Some of these people were fantastic and on the surface, should have been ridiculously compatible with me. But I just wasn’t feeling it. Thought perhaps I wasn’t as past Nick as I thought, because shouldn’t there be a little zing? Yeah, I know, I might have been expecting too much too fast, but I’m all about instant gratification. I AM DATING NOW PLEASE TO BE BRINGING THE ZING. Why no zing? WHERE THE FUCK IS MY ZING?

Enter Dan. So I’ve actually known Dan since … November or so? We met via Twitter, but he had a girlfriend, and people who have girlfriends don’t hit my radar at all. (Case in Point: I met Nick when he was still with his ex, and had zero interest in him until he mentioned that they’d broken up.) Those with significant others are simply inert beings who are potential friends, nothing more. Such was the case with Dan, and we went for coffee/breakfast a few times, had very amusing conversation, and went on a few fun wanders around our neighbourhood (he lives about 4 blocks from me.)

So… it turns out that he & his girlfriend split a couple of months ago (which I didn’t know until a couple of weeks ago). And my radar kicked in and went “Hmm. Interesting.” Still, I try not to swoop in on people the second they’re single (although he’d been single for over a month anyway, he just hadn’t actually mentioned it.) I’m not nearly that tacky. I was vaguely offended when people did that to me, so … yeah, am not a vulture.

But… enter twitter, some fun flirting, and some reconsidering of the aforementioned friend thing. We hung out a few more times, and … well, shit. He’s pretty fucking fascinating. He’s clever, and witty, and smart, and ridiculously cute, and I can’t sit here and think of ways to describe him without grinning like a fool. Zing? Yes, zing. Lots and lots of zing. Zing is fun!

So. Things are moving … well, rather lightspeed fast. I don’t generally go from “Hmm, I have an interest in you” to “relationship” in, uh, four days. But whatever, it feels pretty good. I am cautiously optimistic and only slightly terrified. He’s awesome. Don’t tell anybody, but I’m kinda falling for him.

So there’s where I’m at. Bring on the birds and sunshine and unicorns and cherry blossoms, bitches.