Time to Jump

Spring has definitely sprung...walks are starting to have that slight bounce in their steps, goofy grins are popping up all over the place and people are becoming twitterpainted. And in light of all of this, friends of mine and myself are not immune to this natural reaction of the seasons.

I went for lunch today with a bestie. The last time I will see her in about 2 weeks. She is headed off tomorrow with her new bf, on a one week vacation to meet his family. She is super stoked, and having met the gentleman in question, I have no real objections save one: they are driving to their vacation destination. My personal preference is to fly where I need to go if the drive would be longer than 3 hours and that includes one required pit stop that has clean running water. The rational behind this preference is simple: I can barely entertain myself for a 3 hour drive, so why would I force someone who happens to be in the same cramped/confined space to do it for me.

This bestie though has not only had some of the koolaide with regards to this new relationship of hers, but I am pretty sure she went to the manufacturing plant, and picked more up in bulk. She has been seeing this new guy of hers for 2 months. The family on her side has already been met, and by this time next week family on his side will have been met too. They are inseparable. Keys have been exchanged to each others homes. They have been open with each other regarding past relationships and how they might impact the one that now have together. Since their first date, they have not been apart aside from being at work. And for them, this technique of dating is working.

This is an entirely foreign concept on dating for me. May be it is because I have been largely unsuccessful in the dating world, that I prefer to take things slowly. "Everything is better with a lil bit of time" has been my mantra of late. Yes, in certain aspects I can admit to moving slower than a turtle walking and in others I moved at light speed.

The main contention that I have been dealing with has been an internal one. Cross my fingers, hope for the best and jump OR keep things light, whimsicle and become the namby pamby of my nightmares and hide at the speculation that I could be hurt.

At this point it is pretty cut and dry. Its time to jump.