I wasn't too nervous to broach the subject when it actually came time. Sure, there had been a sleepless night or two thinking about it, but the pieces of the puzzle fell easily into place when the conversation began.

I wish I could remember the words of the conversation, but there's the thing: When everything works out right, you only remember the result.

I asked what his dating experience was and when he responded I was his first, he continued as if knowing what was on my mind:

"What I lack in actual dating, I make up in life experience. I know what to look for."

"One of these self-help books I read--I can't remember which--said that in order to know what you want you should have dated at least six people. That way you establish a baseline: to know what you can expect when someone comes along who's better; to know who you can cut as being unacceptable."

"We know each other pretty well. We're dating in a path that is progressing somewhere."

Awesome! And so it's Official. I'm dating. I guess I have been for a few months. We are dating on a Path that is Progressing.

This weekend, I said It's part of the duties of a boyfriend to help with his chores. We paired socks while watching "Sunday Morning", an interview with Bob Seeger. "I like his songs but I got sick of hearing them on the radio," he said. "He made more from his Chevy ads than any of his record deals before," he said. I responded with the chorus from "Night Moves."

He says there are 'no expectations' but for me there are. For me the alternative is Being Single. And while I think the lessons of the last few years have taught me that Being Single is alright, I am relieved that someone who seems decent has come into my life and there is a chance of making it better...