Falling in love makes you boring.

Because all I want to talk about is how brilliant he is. But nobody else really cares ... so I stop myself mid-sentence and say things like--

"I like grapes. Grapes are good."

or, even better,

"It's really windy outside today" (as if any person who is with me doesn't already know darn well it's windy).

Such is life, I guess. It's a first for me, though, and I'd rather be dating him and be boring than be the most charismatic person on earth.

Another "problem" I'm currently facing is what to do when my former "skinny clothes" are now too big. I don't even think I look very different.

In conclusion, sometimes life stinks, but other times it's just really, really good.