Oh, the irony.
For the past several years, since Facebook has gone public, I've always that I didn't want to join again because I never wanted a job to search me out on Facebook and then see some picture of me in college doing shots of orange juice (Hey, I don't drink!).
And now, I've had to get a Facebook account for my job. I KNOW.
(Although don't bother coming to look for me, I've got some serious privacy restrictions going.)
When I signed in today, I took a look around my blank (very blank) page and noticed a list of people that I might know. They included my brother, a cousin, a friend of high school, and Not Daniel (a guy I dated - and I use that term loosely - for a few months). I'm sure this has been written about to DEATH, but honestly?
Ok, sorry. I lost interest in that post as I was writing it. So I can only imagine how quickly you lost interest in it.
When I was searching my archives for something about Not Daniel. I found this post titled: 90.5% pure lunacy.
I'm so completely overjoyed with the way things turned out, which is exactly as I described them there. Inspector Climate and I don't drink hot chocolate in the morning, but snuggle tucked up in sheets and blankets (in winter) and talk about our day. We dance in grocery store aisles. And while, we didn't entirely skip the awkward getting to know you stage, we did seem to bypass most of it with a little help from chemistry and simply feeling comfortable around each other.
And after, a long, but awesome, second day at work, the reminder that someone chose to adore me...even with my 90.5 % lunacy record is just too much to be grateful for.