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The whole city was like a roosting rooster just shaking its feathers and popping its head up going "Wha? Yes? Spring? I move around now?" today. People were doing weird, springtime things like dropping their bags, looking at the sky, and doing that thing where you almost bump into someone walking into you, then you both try to switch directions, then back again, and back again until you're both embarrassed.

I might as well blog about it now:
I'm quite very much in love. With the girl I'm probably going to marry someday. Uhh, Yeah.

I know, I know. I know.

What do I talk about first, her or me?

I'll make you either wait or skip to the end to hear about her. There's a picture. It's cool; go ahead if you haven't already. Usually I skip ahead to see how long a post is before I read it all anyway, so possibly you're like that too. What I must say before anything else is that she is so very good for me in so very many ways. It's been one of those sort of undeniable "Wow. This is really it, isn't it?" She is quite simply my favorite person in the world, and I love her intensely, rationally, and irrevocably. Crazy, huh?

Now then. Explanations and acknowledgements for anyone who's going WTF. Since there is an inherent weight and gravity in numbering things . . .

1. Yes, the timing sucks. Of course. I am leaving for Malawi in about a month. And I'll probably be there for at least half a year, if not a year. Some problems arise. Believe it or not, this has occurred to me. And to her. And you know what? We're going to get through it. This may sound like typical Adam love-n-leave bullshit. But it's not. And she's going to wait for me. And that's how it is.

I know. I know.

2. I feel really awkward finally posting about it. As anyone who reads a few posts back can clearly see, not too long ago there was another girl, a pretty great girl, who had me in fairly dire straits. Believe it or not, this has also occurred to me. And to Hillary (There, you have a name). And you know what? It still hurts every so often. And I still feel like a dick and a failure sometimes when I think about it. But things get better with a bit of time. And feeling like I've won the lottery in having found such a wonderful person as Hillary tends to, you know, help. It all hurts her (Hillary) too, sometimes more than it hurts me. She'll probably read the words "a pretty great girl" and literally cringe. Breakups are the gift that just keeps on giving. And while I'm not sure I could be more blisteringly patronizing, that breakup had to happen, and both she (Sophia) and I are happier because of it (as I understand things).

I think I speak for all of us in saying that I hope that is the last Adam ever speaks of his last relationship on his blog.

Yes. And back to the

3. Dude, are you serious? Yes. I know. I had a plan for the next couple of years. Singleness held adventures galore and personal growth and the valiant search for meaning all wrapped up in a nice, solitary package. All I can say is, I'm thick sometimes, but I'm not dumb enough to let this girl pass me by. When something really, really good smacks you right in the face, you don't play it off. You just don't, no matter what your plans were. Am I really saying these things? Have things really progressed to that point, and is she thinking the same way? Respectively, Yes, Yes, and Yes. It's pretty quick to be saying things like I've said (ie.: Eventually I'm going to marry her), but so it goes. This kind of thing happens all the time. Sometimes you just know. Prior to this happening to me, I would not have really believed that it ever really works like that. I do now. I know it doesn't have to, and usually doesn't.

Anyone bored yet? Need to stretch your legs? We'll take a little breather, and then we'll come back for a Q & A.

Okay, let's get started. Hope you all had a chance to grab a few of the snacks on the back table, and really this is informal, so if anyone wants to get up and grab some coffee, or punch, or whatever, feel free.

Okay then, first question.

What's she do?
She's an actor in Chicago. She's in a lot of shows. Hasn't broken into Chicago Shakes or The Goodman or Steppenwolf yet, but the day is coming. Write it down. She also works at my temp agency. She got me the job I'm working at now.

Can we see a picture?
Uhh, I don't think we have any available.

Where's she from?
Missouri. She can ride horses. Like for real ride horses.

So what do you like about this broad?
Watch it, buddy.

What do you like about this girl?
She's extremely smart. I can't even tell you. She reads a billion books per year, she's seen every movie ever made, she's listened to every band worth listening to. She's pretty. That never hurts. She's really passionate, emotional. I like that. I need that. She cares about things. She likes my quirky weird stuff, and how I take everything too seriously. She's a liberal like me but realizes the worth of "conservative" values like commitment, family, God stuff, faithfulness, and the value of having a real home. She's brave. She told me she loved me when I was too chicken to pop the lid on that phrase. I could go on for days, but those are the biggest ones.

Tell us something cute.
She can't whistle.

Cuter.
I made her a Valentine's Day card with Lil' John in it.

Cuter yet!
She has a dimple in her lip that I call her Limple.

(groans heard around the room) I just threw up in my mouth a little bit.
Sorry.

Hey, how long has this thing been going on?
Oh. Right. Uhhh, couple of months. Definitely a blitzkrieg romance. We didn't have an actual start date. You see, when we met, she was with a Russian acrobat, who roughly resembles Daniel Dae Kim from TV's Lost. And I stole her. Sort of.

Tell us more about that.
No.

Okay, that'll be the end of the Q & A. Thanks for coming.

Anyway. In other news, our government sucks sometimes, I'm going to Malawi in the middle of April, and I have sworn off of watching Lost as a protest against manipulative and shoddy writing from a ridiculously talented writing staff. That was 3 months ago.