twenty-something

That's my hot friend Jason, BUTT Magazine's newest cover boy.

I'm not entirely sure how a man in Brattleboro, Vermont, however handsome, becomes an international gay pin-up model -- but I'm certainly not complaining. That's a hot picture, and one of my friends is kinda famous. And, really, what more can you ask for in life? :)

Congrats, Jason.

In case you were wondering, UVM won last night, 2-1, in overtime, adding another game to their now six game winning streak.

The field house was deserted, the facility itself was much lest impressive than Vermont's fancy Gutterson, and the Harvard fans were generally rude and quite nasty -- but the company and conversation were fantastic, as was the game. Our boys played well and proved to be a bit scrappier than their Ivy League opponents (which, as we all know, is just more fun) while the Crimson's pep band geeks played hits like "Toxic" and "Hips Don't Lie." It was grand.

All-in-all, another great date.

I have been dating a Harvard man for a little while now, and tonight we're taking our relationship to the next level.

We're going to a hockey game. And not just any hockey game. "His" team against "mine." That's right. The UVM Catamounts take on the Crimson tonight here in Boston. And we're going. Together.

I tend not to post about guys I'm dating here, unless they've passed into significant other or bad boyfriend territory (which, judging from my history, tends to be the same thing). It just doesn't feel right to post about someone or something new, especially when a Google search can easily bring you to this blog. And who knows who's reading it -- friends who don't comment (*ahem* mollypagejessicadaniellegreg *ahem*), past, present, or future suitors, lesbian reporters policing the blogosphere, or a certain ex-boyfriend. Actually, those are all people I know about -- so who knows who else?

But today I'm feeling like fucking self-censorship, fucking it right up it's tight, nervous asshole. I feel like not worrying about who's going to read this. So -- no thought to who it might piss off or hurt. No anxiety over whether or not I'll still be dating Mr. Harvard in the future and might regret this. No consideration of what kind of "trouble" I can get in by posting about a new relationship. No... I'm just going to write. Because?

I like this one.

(Which is exactly why I should not be posting anything on the internet about him. But I gotta gush, just a bit.)

Mr. Harvard is 29 and he's a man. Successful. Together. Hot. He's kind and sweet and loyal. He's tall and trust-worthy and everything I need right now. He's a most amazing kisser and he's taken me completely by surprise. We're taking things slow, but it's been about a month and I'm happily along for the ride, wherever it takes us.

(There. Gush over. I feel much better.)

This is my first hockey game since last season, when I went to several home games with said certain ex-boyfriend. This feels symbolic, important... and good. It already feels like a victory, for both our teams, Vermont and Harvard.

So... Will the Cats continue their five game winning streak tonight? And will I continue the many good-date winning streak with Mr. Harvard? The answers to these, and many other thrilling questions about my oh-so-exciting world, can only be found here at Twenty-Something, my self-indulgent and masturbatory blog.

Oh, and speaking of self-indulgent and masturbatory -- check out the Hack some MIT kids came up with for the Harvard-Yale football game a few weeks back:

It's true what they say. It is huge. And I kinda love it.

I was only out of the office for three days, but what a difference it's made. This morning's commute felt like a different experience, and not just because I left an hour early. My daily ride on the red line was refreshed and the T felt like new. I'm sure it'll wear off by the time I head home tonight, but this AM, it felt damn good.

My trip home to Vermont was excellent. Awesome. Super. Allergy-filled. It felt great to be back north, but it felt even better to return to Boston. I suppose that's the measure of calling a place home.

Tonight I'm headed home to Vermont for the Thanksgiving holiday. It'll be the first time I've been back to the Green Mountain State in nearly three months, making this the longest stretch I've ever stayed away from Vermont in, well, my entire life. Though I haven't lived there all my years, even when I lived in Rhode Island or New Hampshire or New York, I've always made it back about once a month.

I miss it terribly, and it's been hard, at times, to be away, but it was important that I focus on my new life here in Boston. That meant missing fall, my favorite season, in the most beautiful place on earth this year. Though I'm psyched to be back for my favorite holiday and to see my family, I'm a little anxious for this little homecoming.

So much has changed I left home on September 9th...

This will be the first Thanksgiving without my father since I was nine. I haven't written about it here, but my mother asked my father to move out the day I left for Boston. She filed for divorce within a month of that. The marriage is over, as, it would seem, is my relationship with my father. But that's not news. That's been true for over a year now.

It's been a long time coming. I've known this was inevitable. I've wanted this. But, surprisingly, I wouldn't say I'm "happy" about this turn of events. It's been harder than I would have anticipated, but I know that this is the best thing for my family. The dread that's accompanied visits home since my parents' marital woes took center stage is gone, but this is a whole new world and I'm a bit anxious to face it for the first time.

Still, I pack up the Volvo and I head north in a few hours... Vermont, here I come!

Happy Thanksgiving.