Awesome, Gris!!

Go Gris!

Shir most of it was in English and the parts that were in Hebrew were subtitled, so I understood. Thank you very much though.

I've got to get some sleep. Thinking only positive thoughts for peace.

Good luck Gris!!!

Hmm, so how many e-mails before a plane ticket needs to be purchased. Eh. Nevermind.

Good night, Austin.

My sis woke up today at 8am, after sleeping from 4pm the day before. My mom told my she woke up from time to time, thinking she heard alarms.

It's been few months she freezes for a second every time she hears the sound that starts the PA system every time the supermarket announce something when she's coming with us there: it's the same sound that starts the PA systems announcing them to take shelter.

Shir, is your sister at home now?

t /puzzled

So... I appear to have moved from "single" to "taking a last-minute one-way flight to Ohio to spend New Years with a girl, then drive back to NYC with her a few days later" in less than three weeks. I'm not 100% sure how this happened, but it's... pretty amazing.

Superb! Gris, mate, you're just adorability on a stick, and I'm chuffed to bits that you've found someone cool! About bloody time, universe!

Hmm, so how many e-mails before a plane ticket needs to be purchased. Eh. Nevermind.

Whatever suits your comfort level.

The Boy and I have more than one set of friends (who are couples) who moved in together after dating for 1-2 months. I said to him, "Oh god, I wasn't comfortable with moving in together for 2 YEARS! Am I lame? Am I totally 19th century? Oh god, you have such a lame girlfriend!"

The Boy: "There was NO WAY we were moving in together any sooner than we did. You and I are just slowpokes, and that's totally fine. D & A, and S & R are just...very sure of themselves, and that's totally fine for them."

Me: "Thank you for affirming my distrustful ways."

The Boy: "Oh, I still won't lend you money, my car, or leave you alone with my pets." [Note: none of the above is true.]

Me: "Dude, that's fair. You're pretty sketchy."

The moral of the story: some people move fast, like bunnies, because it works for them. Some people are slower than a glacier, and it works for us them. It's all good. Just don't feel pressured to move at a speed you aren't comfortable with.

(Although I suppose it sucks for the faster partner who is being considerate and not pressuring the slow partner to speed things up. But -- good job not pressuring your partner, Hypothetical Faster Partner!)

Lewis and I met on a blind date that was so blind neither of us knew we were going on it. Twenty years ago this coming June. And we were at different unis several states apart so we did the long distance thing for a year, then decided to move in together.

Happens however it happens, right?

Happens however it happens, right?

Totally. If it works for the couple, that's all that matters.

(In case my previous, long-ass post implied otherwise. It wasn't meant to.)

(In case my previous, long-ass post implied otherwise. It wasn't meant to.)

Oh hell no, babe. Don't mind me if I'm not clear enough-- only on my second cup of coffee and because of the Footloose influence last night, I'm now listening to 80s synth-pop. You have to forgive me if my brain is leaking out of my left ear.