Beginning again

Okay. Back to the Nick thing I mentioned two entries ago.

The weekend was amazing. His house is on a quarter acre and his parents have been there more than twenty years, so the place has history and is well settled. There are seven or eight different fruit trees, two walnut trees, several berry bushes, a garden, and three chickens in the backyard. Plus the hammock. It was like a summer oasis, this strange foresty paradise in the middle of Menlo Park. And I was pretty giddy about the whole thing before I got there and saw him, and by the time we said goodbye Monday morning, I think I was pretty gone. I mean, I was feeling a little in love before. And now... well, we're officially dating. It's not going to be anything terribly serious. Mostly, it's going to be exactly what was going on before, except I think now we'll call each other more often, and when he said goodnight to me earlier this evening he said "love ya." So... Well... I guess I'm in a relationship.

And while that scares the shit out of me, I'm really ridiculously happy as well.

Now, do I tell Christine and Ann, or not?