Me, I versus Us, We

Recently a bunch of my friends have started dating people. (Gotta love spring) I'm really happy for them. It's nice to find someone that you are attracted to and who enjoys your company a little more intimately than your normal circle of friends. I myself have started seeing someone and I'm really quite happy about it. It's been a long time. A real long time.

Anyways the thing that kinda bothers me is the fact that they've become a single entity. Before I could call up any one of these people and say, "What's going on? Let's hang out tonight." and they'd totally be down with it. Now I have to schedule my time with them. For instance one of my friends is seeing a girl and I'm much closer to him than I am to her. I only really know her through him actually. Before they started dating I'd call him to come over to have a few beers and play drinking games until the wee hours of the night. It was great fun. Now, if he returns my phone call and we hang out she'll be coming along too. Don't get me wrong I think she's a lovely person. She's fun to hang out with. But sometimes I just want to hang out with him.

This brings me to the reason for m post. I've found that a lot of couples have this Us, We thing going on. We've got plans. We love ice cream. We need to jump off a bridge. They lose they're individuality. That scares me. I almost don't want to be in a relationship if it means I have to combine my brain and identity with someone else. Sometimes I just want to hang out with my girlfriends or boyfriends. Maybe I've been single for too long. It doesn't seem right to me though. Supposedly the whole reason that you got involved with someone is because of who he or she is as a person. Why do you then decide that what you really want is someone to be attached to you at the hip?

Maybe I'm a selfish person and just don't like sharing. Who knows? I do know that if I ever start thinking in Us, we terms I may ask my best friend to kick me in the head. That should knock some sense back into me.

In the beginning...

there was a young lady who had nothing in particular to say. But she felt that it was her right to say it and so here she is writing a blog and filling up cyberspace with yet more words.

Now I know you're wondering is she going to talk about herself in the third person for entirety of this blog. Because if that's the case then I'm leaving right now.

I assure you that the third person has ended. From now on first person singular. It'll be as if you're talking directly to me.

I think the main reason I want to write this is because I've started seeing someone recently and I figure this is a good way to express my feelings. Sort of an online diary. And or course people will be able to read it and tell me how I'm being incredibly anal and obsessive and silly. But I won't mind. It's the truth.

So now that I'm done with an introduction of how I think I guess I'll get down to the nitty grity.

I've recently started seeing this guy who I'm really attracted to. Your thinking that's good, you should be attracted to someone you're dating. What's so special about that?
Well I wasn't really planning on starting to see anyone. This guy was introduced to me at a party and we sort of had sparks. A look was exchanged, while we were enjoying a cigarette. Nothing really happened after that. I didn't see him for several weeks. Then out of the blue he was invited to join a group of friends at a local bar. Again nothing special, except he left a message on my roommates cell phone that stated I had left with the wrong guy.

I was intrigued, granted we had all been drinking. The guy that I "left" with was a good friend that was kind enough to walk us home, but it was flattering none the less. Finally I got up the courage to ask my roomie for his number. After all the only way I was going to see if he was really someone I wanted to get to know, would be to get to know him.

That would be the beginning of the lovely adventure that I'm on right now. I encourage you to join me. Who knows what will happen?