I'm Tired of Being Just Mr. Anybody
Remember when I said I might have to give up dating Glaswegian men lest I lose what remains of my precarious sanity and fiery feminist disposition? Turns out that when I was almost resigned to living a single and solitary life (not that there is anything wrong with that either), I met someone; turns out that I might have been wrong about Glaswegian men (well, some of them anyway). Also turns out that people can still surprise me (in a very good way).
To be honest, I've been debating whether or not I should even blog about my new Relationship; in the past, I've been burned because of such behaviour. In a lot of ways, I guess I could be considered an over-sharer (especially by British/ Scottish folks); I'll pretty much talk about anything - the more uncomfortable the issue, the better I say! I'm just too damn straight-forward, I guess. Let's talk it out, shall we?
However, not everyone is comfortable with their lives and relationships being live-blogged as it happens. And after the recent announcement of Dooce's impending divorce (ugh, if you live under a rock and don't know about who Dooce is, read about her here) , I'm coming around to the idea of nondisclosure. Don't get me wrong: I'll still rant and rave about life in Glasgow, as I see it from a Canadian's perspective, but in the interest of protecting something that is still new and precious, I need to be more ...well, Scottish, I guess?