Still happy.

When we were talking tonight I said something and paused and Garet said, "You didn't know if you should say 'boyfriend' did you?" and I told him he was right. He said, "Yeah, you should say it." or something like that. SO - after all these years of divorce, sixteen, I think, my first real "boyfriend," by name. I have had others that I dated, had crushes on, just plain f***ed around with, and a couple of friends with benefits, but I feel like this is the first real thing. I hope it's the last. It feels really right and really good.

I'm sorry if that's all I write about lately. It's pretty damn exciting. My Facebook world is going crazy. You should see it!