Fiancé Is A Weird Word

Us dating bloggers never really count on being successful.

I dated and dated for years and nothing ever seemed promising enough to convince me that I wasn’t just destined to end up alone with a cat and a blog 15 years from now.

I certainly never imagined I’d actually land a fiancé.

Then Mister Me eHarmonied his way into my life and suddenly I’m finding myself using option+e a lot more often.

Aside from the change in typing patterns (Like honestly? We couldn’t come up with an English word for it? I have to use the ´ all the time now? That’s Busch league.), life seems a little different now that we’re engaged.

This whole engagement period thing is basically the cocoon that our single-caterpillar selves created and from which we will emerge as one solitary butterfly.

It’s a time of transition, from being one to being one and also half of one.

The word “we” has become more acceptable. “We are interested in this,” “we’re looking for that,” “we would rather be out drinking,” etc.

Well it turns out that “we” don’t write a blog so well. Or maybe just not this blog.

I owe you snark and sass and stories of drunken blunders. But all I’ve got to give is happiness and homemaking and wedding planning*. Snooze.

So in an effort to spare you the flowery, sugar-drenched wedding blog, I must bid you adieu.

It has been an amazing year.5 and I will miss everysingleoneofyou. Even you lurkers that stop by daily and never comment, weirdos.

So farewell, kiddos. Date often and recklessly; it makes for good stories. Drink and eat and live and be happy. I’ll be doing the same.

Perhaps we will find each other again, one day, on a new blog with a new theme under a new pseudonym. I certainly hope so, I don’t think I know how to quit you.

*and the occasional drunken blunder.