Happy together

Tonight, I have a date. Cas and I have been going out, staying in and otherwise generally pleased with one another for six months, now. I'd say it's going well, but that would understate what's actually happening.

The truth is, we're both completely flummoxed by how spectacularly things are progressing between us. It's just this side of remarkable and surely unprecedented. Usually, in month six, I have found myself attempting to determine if the man is worthy of whatever concessions I would have to make in my own life to move forward. Usually, in his dating history, Cas would have walked away in half this time. 

I know those behaviors are what led us both to be single at this time in our lives. I'm pretty happy that most women bore him and that I eventually came to see the wisdom in parting ways with whomever I had found temporarily interesting. 

We have plans. We're seriously talking about living together. We also have logic. We know that anything major has to happen in the summer when we are blessed with more time. We also have self awareness enough to predict that the two of us will probably need space within the place we share, since we're both pretty accustomed to doing our own thing. 

I'm pumped up about the idea. It's been a wonderful (if totally unexpected) six months. I doubt either of us saw this coming, but now that we're here, we're both certain that this is correct. We're supposed to be a couple. 

I have to get a move on, though. I fully intend to be pretty when he gets here, and I have about an hour and a half to make that happen.