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?
The Interwebs are happy that you're happy with it. Do we need details? No. Would we need details if you were in Canadia? No. Don't quite see any difference, really.
Glad you found someone! Your blog has been really entertaining and since I'm moving to Scotland from Italy, really insightful (hope not all the Scots are so discrete and quiet!) xx
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