A few of you have been kind enough to take an interest in my dating life, so I thought I'd let you know that things with the boy are going surprisingly smoothly. So much so, that he may soon stop being the boy, and become... The Boy.
It's going shockingly well. We are glaringly different (he is massively trendy, I am massively weird; he is a master chef, I burn cheese on toast etc.) but despite this, I think it's looking pretty good. He likes my glasses. I like his laugh. And if he's noticed that I don't look like this...
... in the morning, but like this...
|Sadly no image source needed - this is actually me.|
... then he's been polite enough not to mention it. And that's just fine with me.
I seem to have done a remarkably successful job of convincing him that I'm sane and attractive, despite wittering on to him about Space-Cowboys (which he thought were cool) and Final Fantasy XIII (which I think he thought was less cool). I doubt I'll be able to keep up the facade for long though, so I'm just going to have to try and make the most out of this current, alien feeling of being so happy I literally walk around grinning like a loon.
I suspect I've become an annoyingly happy person, to the extent that Miss B may soon get totally sick of it, and give me a - well deserved - poison cupcake (not really, he brought round nice wine so she totally approves).