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Let me start by pointing out that this is the furthest thing from Pointless Shit I could possibly do. I'm thinking of changing the Pointless Shit feature to something else. I've got an idea. Maybe I'll change it during the day today. Gotta make a new graphic and crap, so we'll see. Let's just be clear, this isn't Pointless Shit.

So, I'm totally in love. I've been in love before in my life. In truth, I've never gone into any relationship thinking anything other than "this is the last relationship I'll ever be in." I've never gone into any job thinking anything else either, but that's an unrelated thingy.

So, like I said (or, typed, as it were), I'm in love. I've been in love before, so much so that I considered getting, and even once, did, in fact, get married. I've dated women with kids, I've met parents, I've done all of that scary-ass crap that a guy has to go through in this sort of situation.

But I'm over 40 now. Part of me thinks that I should be able to go on, I've been here before, nothing new can come up that I haven't seen before. Another part of me thinks that I should be scarred shitless to be in this again.

Both are completely wrong. Both are entirely accurate. I can't explain it, but that's how I feel.

And the woman! [someone] is one of the most amazing people I've ever met! I've stated before how much I like smart women. I got one. For those of you who don't know, I was on Jeopardy! in 2003. I realize that being on a TV gameshow, even one as awesome as Jeopardy!, is as much a function of luck as it is of actual knowledge.

So I watched two episodes with the lovely [someone] last night. She was tired and was coming off of a bad week. She was a little out of it from a big meal eaten late.

She kicked my ass!

I'm dating a woman smarter than me. Yeah, she has a degree that puts mine to shame, earned from a University of higher status than mine (although we had Rhodes Scholars in consecutive years, the only public University to do so). But when I talk to her, it's so obvious that she has more upstairs than I do.

I'm completely fine with that. I respect it. More to the point, I love it.
[someone] has a son, the amazing [her son]. I was in Colorado on Tuesday night to see him play in his eighth grade band concert. [her son] is a trombonist, the same instrument that started the musical career of one "Blind Orange" Julius. He also plays guitar. I so want to buy the kid a bunch of harmonicas and give him my old harmonica neck rack. The first time I met him, we watched about two hours of Simpsons episodes together. I can't imagine a better and less intense way to meet my girlfriend's son.

I've met [someone]'s brother and her parents. I'll admit a bit of nerves before all of these meetings. I was able to be myself and be accepted for it.

For her part, [someone] has done the same, she's been herself, met my family memebers, and been accepted. She's who she is when she's around me. The woman I love doesn't put on airs when she's around people she needs to meet.

She lives a little far away for my tastes. That just makes the time we're able to spend together more special. Remember, I was seeing someone who lives in my building. Of the many things wrong with that relationship (and there were, oh, so many...) being so close together, so convenient was a huge problem, particularly so early in a relationship.

We are on the phone with each other constantly. I thank Al Gore, the inventor of the internets, for making it cheap and easy for me to make phone calls and send constant emails. At this point, though, money wouldn't be an object. I'd spend myself broke to spend this amount of time of the phone with my La guera.

So where does this all go? I know where I hope it goes, but if I've learned anything from past relationships, I've learned that one never knows. I'm happy though, as happy as I've ever been.

BOJ