Every time fate digs and escape tunnel, it also releases the hounds. Remember that. It’ll make sense in a bit. However, it’s not presently important.

You may have noticed a lot of cryptic pronouncements in this blog of late, a lot of not explaining things. Actually, you may have noticed a more general trend starting in February. But no more! The time of Clarification is upon us! Also the Quickening… sort of… it’s tangentially involved… maybe Doomsday, but metaphorically… I can’t explain. Anyway, Clarity is a bit of a bust here…

The time of Reduced Ambiguity is upon us!

As many of you know, I have had the Woman Troubles. And if you remember, there was a particularly Troubling Woman in the February area, and a lot of profanity. However, Megan and I went on being close friends, contrary to the advice of pretty much all of our other friends. Such as, for example, Zach, who used the phrase “Get over her” more times than I could count with an industrial steam-powered abacus. However, I went on being flagrantly in love with the girl and had a rather good time of it, mild awkwardness aside, and Megan continued “leading me on”. And while there was a great deal of her dating people who were not me, we managed to work around that, and I eventually even managed to put aside the idea of dating her, for the most part. Not that I was very good at that. I have a bit of a hopeless romantic streak.

Once in a great while, optimism pays off. Pure lunatic stubbornness succeeds against all likelihood. This is the sort of thing that leads other to consider optimism, despite their better judgment. Most of them are hit by trucks shortly thereafter. The really foolish ones remain optimists.

So, this summer, after a series of long conversations occurring in the wee to dear-God-early hours of the morning, Megan and I are, for lack of a better term, dating. I take no credit for this, but I am incredibly spectacularly happy, as I failed to explain a few posts ago. Things just suddenly fell into place, as it were, after a long process that involved a great deal of poetry and tackling and sunset-watching, and have been fantastic since, except for the bit where we had to tell Zach about it, which was for the most part amusing, as it took him about a page to figure out that we weren’t kidding. I only wish I could have seen him gasp and his bug out in person. And while he was a bit abrasive along the way, that’s why he’s so lovable. Yeah, Zach and love in the same geographic area; you’d be surprised… *cough*

Anyway, I really have no idea how I’m going to work in a proper number of wry one-liners now. But that’s the gist of it. Being in love makes the world a happy place.

I, for one, never though to give Texas this much credit. However, it’s produced at least one marvelously adorable, intelligent, beautiful, capable-of-gutting-a-fish-and-beating-me-in-Halo-possibly-at-the-same-time girl. And that’s all I need.

Damn, it's hard to post in that vein without feeling like an idiot. If you feel gypped, I offer you dire warnings of apocalyptic terror in future posts.