So…about three months or so ago (three? already?), I made a new friend. Since then, it has transitioned into what I suppose in high school I would have called “dating”, and seems to be well on the way to “boyfriend” status. At 35 years old, and after a 6 year hiatus, all these labels seem kind of ridiculous. But yet I’m struggling with my innate human need to organize and classify. And in doing so falling into the same stupid pitfalls I’ve dealt with in all my past relationships.

But even while I watch for those traps, I have to say, so far, so good.

We don’t see eye-to-eye a lot, but these days, that’s nice.

We disagree on what makes a good movie, but now I find that difference life expanding.

We already fight over money, which is trying, but in the end, comforting to know we work through it.

He challenges me, he thrills me, he makes me smile, and he can even make me sad.

So…is it love? I’m still figuring that out. But I’m happy he’s there to figure it out with. The friendship will last forever. And we might even both find something more.