Only six weeks to go in the year...
...and the trend of events is going back upward, at last.
Since I've posted in July, several more things have happened.
First, Matt's father died. That's my fourth funeral in ten months. For those keeping track, Matt lost both his parents seven months apart. Yes, he was very sad; yes, he's feeling better, though I dare say he'll never really get over it.
Then, Andrew & Jen got their first house. It's swanky.
A lull that lasted all of October set in, allowing everyone to recover from the chaos.
Tim got the new, better karma started by proposing to his awesome girl Laura. Shortly thereafter, my friends Craig and Ania announced that they would be having their first kid in the Spring. General rejoicing followed both announcements.
Finally, just this past week, I found out that Corrie (the cute young lady in pink I like to dance with every year at the Rememberance Day ball) had become single again.
So, just this past weekend, at the 2008 Ball, I found the couyrage I've been lacking all these years and told her just how much I like her. I startled her some, but as the honest and straightforward lady she is, she told me that she wasn't over the shock of losing her last guy yet, and asked me not to pin my hopes on her when she wasn't up to it. Told her I understood that (the timing sucked, but I didn't want to wait another year... best get my hat in the ring and ask her to forgive me later...) and that when she did feel ready, I'd hope she'd think of me first, is all. She then asked me to promise to be her friend! That was an easy promise - she is my friend, after all - and after her complaints earlier in the night over 'broken promises' (she had been engaged to the last boyfriend).
That's not all that happened - we talked a lot, and danced less as a result, but she wasn't upset. She did run off and talk to her mother after we talked seriously the first time, but she also came back on her own - and stuck with me for the next hour to talk some more and dance some more (including our mutual favorite dance, the Snowball Reel.)And that was when the Band finally gave out, and the night ended (at 1am.).
Her final words to me at the end of the night was that she'd see me next year - and on the Internet. She takes her word seriously... as I do mine. So I will be talking to her more.
And I know I'll see her in a year. Though I hope to see her sooner... even if it means driving all the way to the Tri-State region in New Jersey.
Since I've posted in July, several more things have happened.
First, Matt's father died. That's my fourth funeral in ten months. For those keeping track, Matt lost both his parents seven months apart. Yes, he was very sad; yes, he's feeling better, though I dare say he'll never really get over it.
Then, Andrew & Jen got their first house. It's swanky.
A lull that lasted all of October set in, allowing everyone to recover from the chaos.
Tim got the new, better karma started by proposing to his awesome girl Laura. Shortly thereafter, my friends Craig and Ania announced that they would be having their first kid in the Spring. General rejoicing followed both announcements.
Finally, just this past week, I found out that Corrie (the cute young lady in pink I like to dance with every year at the Rememberance Day ball) had become single again.
So, just this past weekend, at the 2008 Ball, I found the couyrage I've been lacking all these years and told her just how much I like her. I startled her some, but as the honest and straightforward lady she is, she told me that she wasn't over the shock of losing her last guy yet, and asked me not to pin my hopes on her when she wasn't up to it. Told her I understood that (the timing sucked, but I didn't want to wait another year... best get my hat in the ring and ask her to forgive me later...) and that when she did feel ready, I'd hope she'd think of me first, is all. She then asked me to promise to be her friend! That was an easy promise - she is my friend, after all - and after her complaints earlier in the night over 'broken promises' (she had been engaged to the last boyfriend).
That's not all that happened - we talked a lot, and danced less as a result, but she wasn't upset. She did run off and talk to her mother after we talked seriously the first time, but she also came back on her own - and stuck with me for the next hour to talk some more and dance some more (including our mutual favorite dance, the Snowball Reel.)And that was when the Band finally gave out, and the night ended (at 1am.).
Her final words to me at the end of the night was that she'd see me next year - and on the Internet. She takes her word seriously... as I do mine. So I will be talking to her more.
And I know I'll see her in a year. Though I hope to see her sooner... even if it means driving all the way to the Tri-State region in New Jersey.