I met someone.
We met on match.com.
He is cool.
Dorky as that sounds.
Dating someone is one thing; liking someone is another.
And I like this boy.
He's a chef.
So I'm going to call him Chef Boyardee.
Because, well, he's a boy who's a chef. And that's funny.
Know what else is funny? How much relationships have changed in this decade. In the past two weeks of meeting, I've taken the following big steps:
1. Adding him as a friend on facebook
2. Blogged about him
3. Googled "How Not to Be a Commitmentphobe"
What's even funnier is that I am more terrified of him reading the awesumness than meeting my parents.
But, we're getting ahead of ourselves.
Liking someone is so different from dating someone.
WG likes Chef Boyardee.