Man stuff.

One of the many reasons that I stopped blogging was because my relationship ended. I feel like that's a very sensitive time. Emotions run high, everything gets confusing, and people say things they don't mean. I had several other stressful things going on as well and I just didn't feel like airing my thoughts out into the unknown was a very wise decision.

I'm really glad that I made that decision because as emotional I know I can be I'm quite certain that anything I would have penned at 2am after a cocktail or two would be cringe worthy.

I did come back to the blogging world for a short while though. I started a new blog documenting my adventures into the dating world for the first time as an adult. It was short lived though, not because I found prince charming, but because I became paranoid someone I'd written about would come across it. It wasn't a mean blog, just very honest and even if someone was a total creep I didn't want to be the one to tell them.

Here are some highlights b/c I'm sure that last paragraph made you curious.
There was the guy who dropped the L-bomb on date #2.
Then the guy who gushed about how much his mother would love me before the food arrived on our 1st and only date.
And finally the one who postponed our date b/c he spend all his cash the night before drinking with his buddies only to reschedule b/c he sold some guns to round up the money to take me out.

Basically, it's a jungle out there and I'm happy to say I no longer need to brave it.

So what happened to me? Well, my happily ever after came in the form of my eyes finally being opened to what's been right in front of me on and off for the last 15 years. I'm happy to have fallen head over heels for the boy who made fun of me in 6th grade English. Thankfully, we've both matured a bit since then.

My new smart phone decided to bestow him with a nickname via the auto correct feature. As I'd tried to type "the bf" my phone thought it was smarter than me and changed it to "the beef". Speedy little typer that I am I didn't even notice the change and sent it that way. He's been known as The Beef ever since.

In my humble opinion I think that as the unit we're the bees knees. I'm always telling him how cool I think we are (usually after catching and throwing something to each other and then followed by a high five). In my families opinion he's about the best thing that could ever happen to me and if the chatter of those around us is to be taken into account apparently we're extremely adorable together.

I mean really, what's cuter than this?

I'm sure you'll be hearing an awful lot about it in the blogs to come, stay tuned. :)