I know I haven't been posting much lately. The shame—oh, the shame. I'm not incapacitated in any way, nor...[pokes self]...am I dead. My life is dandy, I still constantly shoot mundane things with my camera, and my Internet addiction continues to burn with the energy of a thousand partying demons. But I think I've got a pretty good explanation.
If you've been reading my blog since the beginning (i.e., 2004), you may have noticed the lack of a significant other. The explanation for that is simple: I've never had a boyfriend. The very, veeerrrry few times I tried dating someone, the relationships either didn't go anywhere, or they had some sort of drama attached that I didn't want to ever relive. Eheheheuh let's leave the past behind.
While it's no big deal for a 25-year-old [points to self] to have never had a boyfriend, I'm pretty sure it's an above average age to start. (I'm basing this on experience and whatever pop culture has rammed into my head over the past quarter-century, not hard scientific data. You don't come here for science, right? Good.) It's not like I spent my life up to this point thinking, "BOYS ARE STUPID AND THEY SMELL FUNNY, GET 'EM AWAY FROM MEEE," just that the chances of finding someone I liked a crapload and who would reciprocate those feelings seemed less likely than me getting killed by way of a goat falling on my head—i.e., it seemed impossible. I'm not the kind of girl who attracts other guys. Or girls. Or anything. I think some animals steer clear of me as well. Fear oozes out of my pores—they can smell it. It smells funny.
So. As I loathed dating, had plenty of awesome friends, and lived a life mostly devoid of suitors, it seemed like a waste of time to look for something more when I already had so much. I knew the only way I could find a boyfriend-worthy person was if that person was already a good friend and if I didn't expect that friend to like me. (Making things complicated for myself. Aw yeah.) Otherwise, I couldn't truly be myself around that person, and that was one of the most important criteria.
It wasn't until the end of 2009 that I really let go of the idea, though. At that point some tiny part of my brain snapped and I became more at peace with the idea of growing up to be a solitary cat lady. Which would've been fine if I hadn't recently found out that I'm allergic to cats.
Moving on. 2010 ended up being the best year of my life, not so much because awesome stuff happened (although plenty of awesome stuff did happen), but because nothing bad happened. And while it wasn't just because I embraced the cat-lady idea, I'm partially attributing it to that.
And then last October something reeeaaaally good happened. Even better than eating shave ice and malasadas for the first time. Even better than a surprise birthday party at Shake Shack. Even better than finishing all the photos for the Serious Eats book. (By the way, those were all really excellent, memorable things; I don't mean to downplay them. It's more to emphasize how awesome this next thing is.) The nearly impossible happened. And not the death-by-goat thing. I found out this dude liked me:
It's Kåre, my friend from Norway. You may remember him from my trip to Norway in 2006, or my trip to Italy in 2007, or his trip to New York City in 2008, or his second trip to New York City in 2010 when he visited with Morten and Behnaz. I'll admit that I've had a lil' crush on him for a few years, but it was an easy crush to quell since 1) he lives 3,500 miles away and 2) I didn't think he was interested in me and 3) I'm jaded. It wasn't until a month after his last visit that he emailed me about his crush. On retrospect, I must be one of the most oblivious people ever, considering that since I've met him he's visited New York City twice and stayed with me both times, and he was part of the Great Birthday Rickroll of 2008. Sure, that doesn't automatically mean, "I HAZ CRUSH ON U," but it's a safe distance away from, "I wish death upon you by way of 50 rusty daggers piercing through your flesh."
So, back to why I haven't been blogging much. Last week I was on a vacation in Bergen to visit Kåre, and the week before that I was preparing for my trip. Since I've already visited Bergen and done most of the tourist-y things, I spent most of the week hanging out with Kåre and his friends and family. It was fantastic, to put it lightly; I'll expound upon it after I edit all my photos (which are slowly trickling onto Flickr) and can get started blogging.
I know in the great scheme of things it's not a big deal to have a boyfriend. It's not like I'm getting married or popping out babies or anything. But this small thing...it's sort of a big deal for me. I wouldn't be surprised if some of my good friends thought I was asexual up until this point. And this isn't just any boyfriend—this is Kåre! This guy is awesome! Awesome like you would not beliiieeeve! [Right now I feel compelled to virtually grab your shoulders and shake you to get my point across. I...I can't help it. What's wrong with me.] Why is he awesome? I can just quote what I said in 2007 after our trip to Italy:
And it wasn't until later that the importance of Kåre presence really set in. That his good spirits and glowing happiness kept me much more sane than if he hadn't been there. Morten later described him as "a human buffer vs. insanity and sadness," a description that I reworded as, "He's an emotional pillow/sponge!" I don't mean to say that he's the only person I know with such qualities--strangely I think I know a lot of people like this, who I can count on as being much less insane than I am (like Diana and Morten!)--but I don't usually spend days on end with any of these people. Or watch excessive amounts of Italian TV with them.
I'm not going to go into lovey dovey mode or anything—that's not really my style—but obviously I like him a lot or else I wouldn't be writing a post announcing all this [extends arm out straight, cuts the air horizontally in a slow and dramatic fashion] in Internet semi-permanence. I will say that my heart goes all mushy for the man who totally gets me when I say, "IT'S NOT MAD JUICE, IT'S SAD JUICE," or "LET'S GO EAT CINNAMON BUN." (If you don't know what I'm talking about, you don't watch enough Adventure Time. For shame.)
How are we going to make this super long distance relationship work? Um. Well. We'll figure that out later. But for now, we'll enjoy each others commitment, even if it's mostly through the Internet.
I can't write a post about Kåre without giving props to the friend I met him through: MORTEN! One of the best friends I've ever made on the Internet. The first time I visited Bergen was to visit Morten. I regret that I didn't spend more time with him last week, especially since he was on vacation as well, but...I think he understands. ;_; Just another reason why I hope to go back to Bergen soon.
Addendum (2/27/11): Because one of you asked, some happy couple photos! (Sorry if it's sooomuushyyyy, but I guess that's what this post is for. Heh.)