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Please don’t tell her I called her that. :)

Okay, my Spanish Galleons, this is going to be short, odd, and disjointed, because I’m apparently heading for a bar in Des Moines in a few minutes. However, I know you’re all dying for an update, and two weeks is long even for me, so I’ll submit.

The lovely lady whose picture is featured in this article is my new old lady, Dana. I like to call her Danamahol, as it incorporates two of my weaknesses in one. :) Or sometimes I call her Dana, because even that name is new to my lips. I’ve never before called her new old lady, and probably won’t ever again, because it’s a little confusing and probably offensive.

Dana is in the same degree program as I, but is lagging behind me by about a year. Probably because she started a year later. She is a little short, meaning I have to scrunch over any time I want a kiss. Which is pretty darn often, because she’s a pretty darn good kisser. In fact, it was our first kiss which made me realize I wanted her to be my girlfriend, not just friend, or even friend avec benefits. I then made her wait a week to find that out, because being an ass is so very deliciously fun.

Dana also has naturally blond hair and, naturally, blue eyes. This is odd, because I’ve never been in a relationship, pseudo or otherwise, with anyone who didn’t have brown hair and brown eyes. However, she currently has red hair following an extremely close encounter with a dye job, so maybe that’s what slipped her in under my radar. Not really, though, cause I thought she was kinda cute even back before she dyed her hair. Of course, I always thought to myself, “She’s kinda cute… for a blond.” I told you I was an ass.

We’ve been dating for nearly four days now. Four ~whole~ days. We decided to officially become a couple very late Friday evening, while sitting on the couch in my apartment. We cemented the decision with a kiss. Roughly two seconds later, exRoomy Sammie walked in the door, said “Hey!”, took off her coat, and sat down at the bar. I said hey, and went back to watching the movie we’d started. About five seconds passed before Dana finally turned to me and whispered, “so… who is she?” It was the perfect beginning to a relationship.

It was also probably the worst possible time to start a relationship. We’ve both been horrendously busy for the last week, as we both had lots of projects due and were also trying to get to know one another better at the same time. Both attempts suffered as a result. There’s also the problem that Dana’s from Colorado, and will be heading back that way at the end of this week for the Christmas break. We’ll have been a couple for about eight days when we have to then be separated for three weeks. Also, there’s the minor detail of me graduating in a few months, and her having another year left. Life is inconvenient sometimes.

Now, however, I must head to her place so that we can leave for the bar. It’s supposed to be slick and snowy tonight, so it should be fun. I’ll probably tell you-all more later. Unless I get the feeling nobody wants to hear it. Adieu, lovely persons.