Northern Sky

I've been on three dates with Bee's Knees and I haven't been this happy in a long time. She's funny, intelligent, cute, has such a sweet voice that I feel like kissing her each time she talks (which would then prevent her from using that sweet voice -- hmmmm, quite a conundrum). Oh, and most importantly, she thinks I'm swell.

And in the meantime, work just keeps getting worse and worse. How can I be so happy and so miserable at the same time?

Also, at the risk of being a downer, Bee's Knees presents a bit of a problem blogging. How would she feel knowing that I'm writing about her? I haven't told her about the blog just yet, though she has the same quirky sense of humor (and writing) that I have. There's a part of me that's just not ready to let her know all my quirks and insecurities for fear of massively creeping her out. And independent of that is the whole privacy issue - how will she react to being written about? Oh, then there's the whole reader / writer concern - if she doesn't mind being written about, will she ask for edits? So for now, this will be the only entry about Bee's Knees.