A confession

I wasn't going to blog about this because, well, I feel just a tad guilty.  But this is a really big thing in my life, and I just don't think I'll be able to keep it a secret, so I've decided to just come out with it:  I have a new boyfriend.   

It's a very new relationship, but I already feel completely sure that this is going to be long term.  Things have been stagnating at home for a while, and we've taken all the usual measures to try to fix what's wrong, but nothing has made much of a difference.  It's been on my mind . . . what to do, what to do?  I mean, you only live once, you know?  Why waste time on something that's just not working out anymore?

The really great thing?  I have Michael's utter blessing on this. He's so understanding and supportive.  In fact, he sort of introduced me and my new boyfriend.  We saw each other from across a room, and I think we both (all three?) knew it was meant to be.  I'm not one to fall for all that destiny, soul-mate crapola, but lemme tell you, this comes close.

So let me tell you about him.  He's slim.  He's efficient and quick (very important traits for an anal-retentive chick like me).  He's attractive.  He knows how to make me happy . . . how to satisfy. Most of all, he's FUN.

We're still getting to know each other, but so far, so good.  I think this was a very good move to make.

Oh, so anyway, his name is Mac.  Isn't he gorgeous?