you send me...

Yes, a little Sam Cooke there in the title. Hey, don't judge.

This weekend was made of awesome. No, really, it was. And I am very happy tonight. Although as I say that, I feel aware that while I'm comfortable saying "I am very happy" on this blog, I'm not comfortable sharing any further details than that. Not now, at least. You can hit me up if you want to know more.

I think part of the reason I feel that way is because when you tell other people that You Have Met Someone, and things don't work out, then they know you've lost something, and sometimes I just can't take the sympathetic head-tilts and the "aww, what happened?" (Not that I'm saying things won't work out.) Part of the reason is because I don't want to share. I could tell you something like, hypothetically speaking, I had tears in my eyes as I watched him leave my house because I missed him already, but then that might sound pathetic or you might get judgy-wudgy. Or maybe I just want to keep things to myself and only share with the Inner Circle of Lesleydom.

It's hard to say. But in any case, I wish you a good night!