What will be a secret is all of the details surrounding it. How we met (it’s kiiiiind of a hilarious story)… All the moments we share (wow, there have been some doozies that would most certainly make great blogging)… All the twenty thousand reasons I’m in love with her (I’m just kidding. More like 52,617)… Etcetera, etcetera.
Wow. I’ve been flooded with emails and Facebook messages requesting I share with you all the juicy deets, especially after Tuesday’s post.
And you know what? I’ve taken a large and satisfying inhale with each well-intentioned message I’ve received, and I’ve relished the fact that our story is ours. It’s something we only share organically with our friends and loved ones as if I had no public following at all.
Believe me. Blogger-Dan wants to word splurge all of it all over all of you like a drunk boy on prom night. I want to show off my girl to the whole damn world. She’s pretty effing fantastic (and pretty effing pretty, too).
But… Remember that amazing moment with my therapist in which she told me to try not dating whomever I’m dating alongside hundreds of thousands of people all at once?
Yeah. Be-Happy-Dan knows just how right my therapist was aboot thaht one. (Hey. Read that as it was spelled).
Dating is tough enough without a gadoodle of people telling you everything they think you’re doing wrong and right as you go. I get that now.
So… Feel free to connect whichever dots you like on my personal Facebook and on Instagram. Those are my organic non-Single Dad Laughing places where I post life with absolutely no thought of Single Dad Laughing at all. You get what you get there and you don’t throw a fit (no seriously, if you don’t like real life Dan, just unfollow, don’t make a scene about it).
But the rest of our story… well, you just gotta be lucky enough (that’s code for drunk enough) to be sitting at our table enjoying a beer with us to see just how cheesy and ridiculous and amazing our story really is. In fact, make that two beers, because I’ll tell you what… Once you get us started, we ain’t gonna shut up about it anytime quickly.
Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing