When
fiddledragon and I decided officially that we were
very good friends, we hadn't actually seen each other for five months. We spent some time together at Philcon, but I was pretty busy. But, in the past week, we spent essentially all our time together...
It was wonderful. She helped me brainstorm ideas for strategy games. She helped me assemble bookshelves. She appreciated my presence, my music, my cooking, and my taste in chocolate. She held my hand when I was dysphoric. And she murmured matter-of-factly about a strong inclination to move to Boston after graduating from Bryn Mawr. So, for the curious, we are still very good friends, but the increasing plausibility of our someday being more than friends has not escaped our notice.
The practical upshot of this is that I am going to stop stressing about finding someone. Really.