But a year later, now less afraid of routine, less afraid of settling down... less afraid of growing up (which ultimately means I grew up a little, I suppose).
It's safe to say, the catalyst of all is that I'm getting married. Yikes! That's still
"That guy I met who was the first mostly normal guy that I was ever attracted to... someone whom I daily admire because he is a very good and thoughtful person, someone with whom I've argued many a time, tested boundaries, learned how to comprimise, taught me to admit when I'm wrong and finally say I'm sorry, continuously accept my shortcomings and show me how they're strengths, teach me me to be loved and by default I've learned to love him when I'm not feeling particularly sweet, someone who has a lot of gas and doesn't try to hide it any more yet I'm still shamelessly attracted to him--- this guy I decided to spend the rest of my life with- for better or for worse- and I'm pretty stoked."
Mush, mush, mush. Call it what you want, but I still prefer that (long-winded) term.
Well that and it doesn't have anything to do the a current loaded term that does not recognize particular orientations...
BAM.
