Friday, November 25, 2011

He's a trooper

Things are going fabulous with Trooper. Fabulous. He's smart, funny, kind, caring, sweet, honest, and not afraid to tell and show me how he feels. I couldn't possibly be happier.

So of course - I'm a little afraid to blog about him.

I feel sort of...guilty, as if I shouldn't be sharing wonderful things that include him, when he doesn't know that I share this way. But friends have said I should wait to tell him about this blog.

Oddly enough, though I can never remember when my next dentist appointment is, what I needed to put on the shopping list, or what I had for breakfast - I have instant recall when it comes to key dates. That being the case - I know for a fact that today is exactly one month since my first date with Trooper.

So does that mean it's time to tell? We've had a couple of very personal talks; he's shared things and so have I. It seems to make sense, and I suspect it would actually be an okay conversation. Still, there's a little part of me that's worried.

I bet crazy cat ladies never have these problems.


  1. I've had second thoughts. Who are 'we' to tell you when you should tell him? Tell him when YOU are ready. We don't know him, you do.

  2. Guys who still carry bags, open doors, tell their girl that she's beautiful, an show respect... Are Real Men.

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  4. I think it is better to tell him,maybe he will be very happy.

  5. FYI - I did tell him, and he seemed to be okay with it.