Hi, friends. I never posted about my summer adventures. It’s almost spring again. Oops. Guess those posts will go the way of Danielle’s Chicago recap, but I pinky promise I had many funs.
Right now I have nine toenails, though I’m in the process of losing three more. This is what happens when you spend a day jumping off stuff on skis, and you accidentally ram your toes into the front of your ski boots. Oops again. On the plus side, this likely means I won’t kill any toenails during my April Fools half, because there won’t be anything to kill.
Back in November, I was offered a promotion at work and a 4% raise. I asked for 10% instead, and I got it. Because I’m a boss-ass bitch who knows what she’s worth (and other people know it, too). Work has been non-stop busy since, but I find fuller days to be more fulfilling and more productive, so wins all around.
At some point over the summer, I was growing weary of dating (so exhausting, so fruitless) and lamented the fact that all of my happily coupled friends met their person outside of Utah and then moved here. Unless you’re LDS, dating in Utah is just depressing. Around the same time, I started to develop a friendship with a mountain man living in Boulder through Reddit. He made a comment about how his ideal match would have a woman-specific sleeping bag, because the zipper complements a men’s bag, and they can be zipped together. I commented about how I have a men’s bag (because it was heavily discounted), and how I can’t justify buying a new bag, because there’s nothing technically wrong wth mine other than it’s too long and big for me (and doesn’t sleep down to it’s 15°F temperature rating as a result). And then we just kept talking about gear for pretty much forever.
Apparently, I don’t know how to meet new people without the aid of the Internet (shocking precisely no one). We met up at his earliest convenience, and it was clear that something more than friendship was there. He is kind and empathetic and and affectionate and tells the worst dad jokes and makes me ugly laugh until I cry and also gave up snowboarding to learn skiing for me, so clearly he is now my boyf. He also bought me a women’s sleeping bag for Christmas, so this is obviously something special.
So special, in fact, that he is coming with me to Kentucky to visit some other very special and cherished Internet humans next weekend. He has no idea of the chaos that he’s gotten himself into. Poor dude.
Also, at some point recently I chopped off somewhere around 11-12" of hair.
I check in here from time to time, but I’ve certainly missed a lot. Hope you’re all doing well!