'Moose' is a funny word
Yeah - as you may have guessed, this post has nothing to do with mooses. I really just like making posts with titles that are wretchedly misleading. You've probably all noticed that by now. I have knees.
I do have some news that I'd like to announce, though instead of getting right to the point, I'm going to tell a story that will probably bore you.
A few weeks ago I was having a discussion with some of my co-workers - who are all geeks - about how dating works at our age. Nick and I were both wondering whether people still "ask each other out" like we used to do in middle school. Not so much with the standing on opposite sides of the room, tho. Josh has been with his girlfriend for a number of years, so he doesn't exactly know how to do it, either. So, we all assumed that the proper way to ask a young lady out would be to do just that - to have a conversation about whether or not the terms "girlfriend" or "boyfriend" fit the situation.
Nick apparently did this with his significant other last week, and it worked out quite well for him.
I've asked Holly to be my girlfriend a couple of times over the past few times we've spent together, but she was never sure that she was ready. Still, I kept asking :)
So you can all see the direction that this is going in - right?
Holly came over tonight, and we went to the grocery store to shop for dinner for tonight and tomorrow, as well as for our trip this weekend.
We came back here and I started making dinner - barbequed chicken, coated with golden grahms. And biscuits. We loves us the biscuits.
Anyway - We were both standing in the kitchen tonight, and I walked up to her, took her into my arms, and kissed her. When the kiss ended, I looked in her eyes and said "how about now?"
She said "OK." And so it came to be on Wednesday June 21, of this foul year of our lord Two Thousand and Six, that Holly M. has become my girlfriend.
I'm so very smiling right now.
Yesterday night, she was over, too. We spent some more time reading her blog entries from the past - she's an amazing writer. She asked to read my blog, so I let her. Her response was something similar to this:
"You wrote about that? I snore? I don't snore. I can't believe you wrote that I snore - and your *mom* reads this? Your mom knows that I snore?!"
I'm paraphrasing, of course. But yes. I did. And mom.com does. But she likes you because you make me happy.
More later - bed time approacheth.
And, since I know you're reading this, hon:
Goodnight girlfriend :)