My friend, Kate (http://disappointedlove.wordpress.com/) and I had a funny exchange on Facebook chat last night. The crux of the conversation was this: why is that when those of us who have written extensively about relationships, dating and everything else get into a relationship...well, we run out of things to say. One of my finer qualities (other than my unnaturally huge dong) is my ability to bitch and complain. Hell, if I ran a country bitching and complaining would be our national pastime.
But now I am in a relationship and things are good. As much as we all enjoy the newness of meeting someone, I am enjoying being comfortable and myself with someone. And that person, for whatever reason, digs me.
You know that you've been in bad relationships before when you're overwhelmed by the basic kindness shown to us by others. Small gifts, considerate gestures and many other little things I missed along the way when I was younger.
I don't know where this is headed but I know I am enjoying the ride. A younger version of my (still well hung) self spent time seeking perfection in someone else because of my own insecurities. But now? I seek comfort, kindness and quiet.
(But seriously...it's like a Pringles can down there...)
