The End of an Era...

Ok, so I absolutely love dating. I love the shiny, sparkling feelings you get when you start to see someone new, I think almost every woman is amazing in her own way, and I love discovering the little surprises you really don't see coming when you get to know someone. The anticipation of a first date, the sparks of the first kiss, and the passion of a first... um... interaction... they can all be like a drug for me.

On the other hand, sometimes I totally hate dating. Sometimes it brings uncertainty, drama, and pain. There will always be occasions where you like someone who doesn't feel the same way, and times where someone likes you but you're just not feeling it. Sometimes you get hurt, sometimes you hurt people, and sometimes you wonder if it's ever going to work out for you. There's a lot of wondering and at times, overanalyzing involved. It can suck.

Saturday night, I was feeling a little more along the lines of number two, and I got together with my good friend Lisa, who happened to be in a similar mindset. After a few too many glasses of wine each, we came to the conclusion that there was a way to 1) have an adventure, and 2) end all those gross uncertainties for good. So, fueled by inebriation and graced with the power of the internet, we found some unbelievably good last minute fares, said "what the hell, let's do it," skipped town and got hitched.

That's right. You heard me.

We're both damn attractive, have similar views on relationships and how to handle them, and understand what it takes to really make something work, if you want it to. And as crazy as it sounds, I think we just might be able to do so. So wish us luck, even though we're retards. I like to think of it as good retarded.

Dating drama? Game over -- I'm a newlywed now. Rock on!


P.S. -- We're gonna throw a bigass par-tay in a week or two to celebrate, and of course, you're all invited. Come throw down with the happy couple.

P.P.S. -- The sex is fantabulous.