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So I was thinking today. I've actually thought about it regularly every now and then, but I was thinking about it today again. And I think I'd like to date you, because it seems to make sense. You're Irish Catholic, and even if you don't have auburn hair, that's just a quirky preference anyways. Your family lives in Virginia and mine in Maryland, so we could both live close to home; one of my greatest fears regarding a relationship right now is becoming the proverbial bird and fish who fall in love -- where would we live? I like Irish dance and all sorts of food, not the least of which being meat and potatoes and vegitables. You want to stay at home and school your kids, and I'd like the same for mine. You're pretty. You're Catholic. I remember the two of us talking for hours some nights, and that's a really great thing to be able to do. I'll make a good dad, and a good husband. And I'm losing my train of thought, now, but I think I've said most of the pertinent bits.

Trouble is, you have something now that looks pretty solid, and I can still only offer a 'maybe,' mostly because I don't think I'll ever be able to say anything more definite than 'maybe' until things get tried out. Which is actually what we said several months ago, before any of this came falling down the way it did. So I can't ask you to give up a solid thing for an uncertain thing. But maybe if that certain thing were not so certain... -shrugs-

Anyways. You needn't respond to this. In fact, I think I'd feel better if you didn't. The facts are the facts, is all, and I'm just saying. Worst case, I'm no worse off for having said them than I was anyways, am I?