twenty-something

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.