I'm in love with a stripper... not really.

Even though my last few entries were... well, very anti-relationship, anti-boy. I am proud to admit that I have found myself a man. Finally. To save the non-existent audience from being grossed out, I shall hope back my desire to be mushy, or lovey-dovey... but I HAVE found myself to be completely and utterly happy. For the first time in my life, I have found myself not feeling TRAPPED, as I normally do. I can't imagine anyone more suitable for me...