Drama David/Hiatus

First of all, I want to say thank you to everyone who emailed and/or left positive comments to the last couple of posts. I appreciate the good vibes and I'm glad so many of you still have faith in my blogging abilities, despite my no longer being frustrated about my dating situation.
To be fair, I was in a good place for a while before I met Drama David. Ups and downs, but for the most part, I really embraced that solitude. I think all that time spent alone helped center me and paved the way for having a healthy relationship.

While I was in a good place alone, I'm in an even better place since meeting Drama David. To say that things are going well would be an understatement. I haven't experienced this kind of reciprocated affection, honesty, and thoughtfulness in a very long time. In case that comes across as being steadfast and dull, it isn't. It's pretty thrilling, too. There are butterflies and shivers and lightheadedness. It's nice to be smiling this much.

One of the most surprising things I have found in this turn of events is how, no matter how jaded or depressed or weary previous relationships/flings/dates may have made you, the entire slate can be wiped clean by meeting someone special. Polly and I keep going on about the concept of a tabula rasa, and this is the best example I can think of. There is an innocence and optimism happening here that is untainted by previous hurt or preconceived notions. We are not judging each other on past promiscuous behavior (even if it was chronicled on the internet!). We are not judging each other based on shallow indicators like money or status or perfect looks (though let it be known that we are a damn attractive pair). This isn't to say that we are not affected or educated by previous experiences. I believe the appropriate term here is "baggage." I have very little of it; I don't get a sense he has much of it, either. I think that allows us to embark on this with so much openness and enthusiasm.

Speaking of baggage, this is where the hiatus comes in. Those that predicted I'd be writing less since Drama David entered the picture were right, but not for the reasons you think. In a few hours, I leave for the airport. I'm going to Europe for a week-and-a-half. I don't know if I'll get a chance to update while I'm away. Given the choice between an internet cafe and European adventures, I'll probably choose the latter.

I'm terribly excited for the trip, though I realize the timing is a little inconvenient considering how long Drama David and I will be apart. At the same time, the timing is perfect, because it will give us a chance to catch our breath, miss each other, and continue the slow, easy pace that we have chosen to take. Besides, I'll see him the day after I get back and my phone will work abroad, so I'll still be able to send him drunken text messages. That's the important thing.

For weeks, I've been telling everyone that when I go to Europe, there's a strong chance I will be so smitten with the historic cities that I won't want to come back. A tiny part of me really believed that once over there, I'd find a way to stay.

Of course, I no longer feel the need to run away from this wretched and wonderful city. I'm grateful for the respite, but I'll also be happy to come back.

It's great knowing I have something to return to.