The first date happened. Sooner than we'd planned. Differently than we'd talked about. There was most definitely much more phlegm than I'd intended.
And it was really really really good. Better than I could have hoped for, better than he expected. We like each other. A lot.
I believe him when he tells me he likes me. There is evidence - strong evidence - to support it. He even likes the crazy. We laughed over the crazy when I told him, "You know, as I was coming to meet you, I thought to myself, 'what if I'm not the Jane he was looking for? How awkward will it be when I show up and I'm not THE Jane?"
He laughed, "I only know one Jane. There was no mistake. We have met, you know. We've talked. We're friends. I know who you are."
Who would have thunk?
Here's the thing. He and I, we know a lot of people. We know a lot of the same people. And there are going to be judgments.
"What are you doing with HER?!"
"What are you doing with HIM?!"
Judgments. Ugly, ugly judgments.
About me. I suspect there will be several.
About him. I now know one person will say it - or, at the very least, think it. To you, I say shoosh.
Here's the thing...I don't care.
I have the green light from Lex, from Acr0nym. The two non-husbands concur. Go for it.
Spux, the first skipper, is likely giddy over it.
Above and beyond my own opinion, those are the ONLY opinions that carry any weight with me. If there are opinions that carry any weight with him - beside his own - I don't know but, I'm pretty certain, it wouldn't matter to him.
We like each other. We're kinda insufferably mooshy with each other...already. It's early. And it's right.
So...here's the thing. If you don't like it? Keep it to yourself.