conventional wisdom states that unhappy people make for more interesting bloggers than happy people. the corollary to that is single bloggers produce more content than bloggers in relationships. for the first time in the history of this website, i'm currently find myself in both of those latter categories.

this is very bad news if you come here looking to read anything new or interesting, i'm sorry to say.

in an effort to keep up my end of the implied contract with you, my loyal and long-suffering readers, this post is dedicated to catching you up on the fact i'm dating someone on a steady, mutually-exclusive basis.

i'm not a super-mushy person (at least verbally - you should see all the mush in my head). call it paranoia that if i start to talk too much about how happy i may be or how much i like someone that, suddenly, it will end; or, maybe it's just really annoying when people are all ga-ga over their significant other ALL THE FREAKING TIME and i don't ever want someone to think of me as that kind of sappy, love-struck idiot. so, i find myself in this strange state of being beyond happy that there's this really great guy who thinks i'm neat enough to date, but by all outward appearances, i'm so casual about it that you'd think we almost didn't even know each other. well, as your mother should have taught you: don't judge a book by its cover. there's more than enough schmoop, you just won't have to wade through it. after this post.

that being said, you may be wondering about what makes this particular man so special as to have made it through the rigorous vetting process men need to survive to get a piece of the hotness. a nowhere near all-inclusive list of his qualifications:

- he is tall.
- he has yummy stubble and changable facial hair.
- he has style.
- he is funny in my favourite way.
- he is probably the most amazing photographer i know.
- he is a fantastic kisser.
- he teaches me something almost every day.
- he is a gentleman.
- he has gorgeous hands.
- he makes me feel beautiful.

there's so much more to say, but i think this is bordering on gag-worthy enough as it is, so i shall refrain from further exposition.

we now return this blog to it's semi-regularly scheduled whining about being tired, busy and wanting a new job.