

Anyway, I have an awesome readership, and I’m sure they probably sometimes wonder what’s going on: does christielli have a boyfriend?
A lot of my long-time friends from high school read my blog and know the tell-tale signs that there is someone special in my life: I’m doing all kinds of fun stuff but I don’t mention with whom. If I’m going to sushi with Mathew (my friend who’s like my brother) you know. However, if I just say I had sushi... well it was probably on a date.
For most of last year I was with someone that I actually started to mention by name on my blog, which is a pretty big deal for me. Then, out of the blue, he broke up with me and emo posts started to appear. I was surprised that the break-up hit me hard: I was unhappy in the relationship in a lot of ways; but still content enough to stick around. I was even once close to breaking up with him myself. At one point, I actually listed a bunch of things that were bothering me, and he was really great about everything so I left things, only to be dumped a couple of weeks later. I think the reason that I was bothered so much is that I knew the reasons that he was giving me for our breakup were not sincere. He just didn’t want to feel like a bad guy and couldn’t say “this isn’t working” and went the “it’s not you, it’s me” route. I ended up feeling so brushed off and uncared for, and I think I took things more to heart than I could have anticipated which made things a bit rough.
After that happened, I started spending time with a friend of mine who I’d always harboured a bit of a crush on. I met this friend through a mutual love of music: a couple years ago he’d posted some pictures of a Joel Plaskett show that we were both at on the internet, I commented on them, and we connected through various forms of social media. We started running into each other at various concerts around town. I always thought this guy was very nice and cute, and clearly had good taste in music, but by that time I figured that out he was dating someone, and then I ended up meeting someone else, so that was that.
However, fast-forward to the end of last year and we were both single. We ended up going to a string of shows together and things just clicked. We spent a good deal of time together over the Christmas holidays and kept seeing each other more and more afterwards. I don’t know if there was a particular point when we were “together”, but when you end up celebrating your birthdays, and Valentine’s Day, you know things are going well.
Anyway, I’ve been really happy in this relationship, so I’ve been thinking that I should blog about it. I mean, I blog about everything else, so why wouldn’t I blog about this? I think it’s just because I am always afraid of jinxing things by writing about them or talking about them too much. Whenever I start dating someone new, I try to tell only a few friends. Why? It’s because whenever I tell too many people and things don’t work out, well then I have to tell all those people it didn’t work out and I end up feeling even crappier. I think I’m this way because I have A LOT of *close* friends, so it’s always a nightmare after things go sour. There are so many people I have to tell. Note: I’m not saying that I’m super popular, but I’m just really good at maintaining friendships and I’ve been left with a lot of people who are interested in my happiness.
It’s definitely time to start writing about where I am because it’s been almost four months since Jason and I have been together. I’m very happy: we have the same ideas of a perfect afternoon, we love shows and music, and he makes me feel very special. Also, I’m pretty sure that he could hold his own with the Group of 9, and that’s really important. Also, he would be the third Jason who has been brought into the group, so you just have to wonder about the odds of that.
Just thought I’d share that with you on this snowy Sunday in April.
p.s. Sleeping over at school went well. Here is the sock monkey that I made. I think its mouth and the Instagram filter that I used for the photo make it look very Tim Burton-esque. Should I buy it or donate the monkey to charity?