I posted to an earlier thread about, of all things, penis size. I thought it was a pretty good post, and I pulled my girlfriend over to the computer to read it. She thought it was pretty Darwinian, but basically, she agreed. Then she walked away to start dinner. And then it hit me. I'm attached. We worked things out. I'm not ambivalent about my relationship anymore, and I am truly sick and tired of leaving the metaphorical rake in the back yard where I can step on the head and knock myself unconscious with the shaft in the middle of the night looking for the cat in the backyard (and that leads to an even more apropos metaphor). I like this place I'm in, and I am not willing to let things I said about myself when my situation was different or things or people that I did not in fact end up doing fuck with my life. I am emphatically NOT looking, I am doing my best to be good, and honey, if you stumble upon this, I love you. -JK, who is AOK now.