Okay, first things first. Several months ago, I used “Breaking the Glass Jar” as a title to one of my posts. It’s a legitimate song title; it’s the entrance music for Stone Cold in the WWE.

Since then, people have been finding my blog using “glass jar breaking in man’s ass” and its various other forms. I don’t know why I didn’t look before, but I always presumed that people were coming here looking for Stone Cold’s music. Ah, not so much. I refuse to link to it here, but if you google “one man, one jar” you will see what everyone else has been looking for. Don’t do it at work. Don’t do it with children around, and don’t do it while eating. You’ve been warned.

Hell was typical today. It was extremely quiet; a lot of people took time off for the long weekend, I think. And most of the US offices were closed today, so there wasn’t any point in trying to get anything done. I spent most of my afternoon surfing this site which made me laugh out loud over and over again. Hilarious.

Anyway, I did go to the gym, like I told Pretty I would. I only did a half hour on the treadmill, plus my seven-minute cooldown, but I didn’t take my two-minute break this time. Yes, folks, I jogged at 4.4 for twenty-five minutes straight! Gave myself a blister on the inside of one foot, but I’ll live, and I did it. Next time I’m going to bump it up to 4.5, or to thirty minutes. Not sure. I would like to run five miles. I’m sure that the machines are set up in miles, not kilometres, because when you’re adjusting your speed, it tells you have fast a mile you’re jogging (I’m somewhere in the 13-15 minute mark, I believe).

On the way home from the gym, it hit me. I’m dating Mud. I am dating Mud. I’m not sure that anyone here, except T., really understands what that means. This is a man I’ve had conversations with for six years. This is a man who has always been in my thoughts. A man I sought out, a man who called me out one of the first times he met me and gave me hell. He put up with my attitude, my questions, and gave me some back. And it’s been a long time coming. When I think back about working in the Little Man’s office, and I remember all that time I spent on the phone with Mud… And I remember how my coworkers mocked me and said that I liked him… What would they say now, to know that I’m dating him?

I talked to T. tonight, and I didn’t use my calling card, so that’ll be expensive. LOL. But it was worth it, because we haven’t chatted in a long time. And she said flat out that the likelihood that anyone else really understood what this was like for me was slim. For my parents, they think I like some guy from Arkansas, they probably think it’s flash in the pan. But it’s not. As T. pointed out tonight, Mud is everything I ever wanted in a guy. And as much as that’s exciting, it’s also scary as hell. But surely. . . The man is coming to Canada. He got a passport and booked a flight. It must be close to as serious on his end as it is on mine, or else why bother?

I’m going to go to bed on Cloud Nine.

Ahhh. And last things last. Tomorrow is July 4th – Independence Day for our American friends. And in case I don’t get around to posting tomorrow, I wanted to put in a placeholder here. America by Ginsberg. Gotta love it.