All those bad and good dates. All that talk about not wanting a boyfriend. All that severe enjoyment of my freedom. I have a boyfriend.
Don't get me wrong….I'm totally happy about it. It's just weird.
Although I have to admit, I wouldn't have done it if he wasn't just the most amazing man I've met in forever. He is! Everything about him is fun. He's cute, he's nice, he does fun things. He does fun things that I'm not dragging him to. He does fun things that he's willing to drag me along to. This is a first!
Feel free to check with me in a few months and see how it's going 
