You know, life is hilarious sometimes.  You think you have it all figured out, and you think you know what you’re going to do, and what your next moves are – and then life goes, “Hey kiddo, I got a couple lessons you’ve yet to learn.”

It’s been a while since I’ve written in here.  A month in fact – and let me tell you about what happened in that month:

- The guy I wrote about this previous post is toast.  He was too bland and boring for me, and honestly, I think the only reason I was dating him is because I felt like I should be dating somebody.

- I turned 28 on June 22nd.  Two years away from 30, and a million years away from where I thought I would be at this age.

- I stopped hanging out in Herndon.  I haven’t really been downtown in over a month and have been finding new places and people to hang out with so I didn’t have to deal with [redacted]‘s crazy bullshit.  It’s been fabulous.

- I got a new car!

I also got a new boy.  You see, that’s where life is so funny.  On a Monday, I was on the phone arguing with my mother over my relationship with [redacted] and I remember saying something about the fact that if it wasn’t him – it was no one.  The next day, I’m dropping off a guy friend from after happy hour and suddenly we’re in the middle of an incredibly hot make out session.  That Friday, it’s my birthday, and he’s there with all my friends, and life is perfect.  (Especially since Mary made me an incredible zombie birthday cake.)

Well – not perfect, because it’s in my nature to over analyze and make things difficult, but pretty much perfect.  The past two weeks have been a whirlwind of actual courting in a way, and for the first time in my life I think I’m actually dating a guy who is worth a damn.  This naturally scares the shit out of me and makes me think that either there is something seriously wrong under the surface because why would someone as awesome as him like me or that I’m actually dreaming and eventually I’m going to wake up and be back in the hell I was in.

There’s so much more I want to write, but right now my bed is calling me.

Tell me readers – what have I missed in YOUR life?