Peej and I have just had a nice chat over coffee. I contacted him this morning, and he suggested we meet halfway between his workplace and mine in the afternoon.

At one point, after we'd both said our piece and seemed to be back on the same page, I asked him if he would have contacted me had I not contacted him first.

He said that having read my blog—particularly the bit about the teacup chihuahua—probably not. Especially since he was still at about the border collie stage himself.*

I assured him I was just putting on a brave face for my peeps.

But in the interest of not jeopardizing my love-life any further, and of rescuing my dwindling credibility as an objective observer—because that is why we're all here, isn't it?—I have decided that I will cease my slogging once and for all.

I will, of course, mention Peej wherever appropriate—in the context of rainbows and unicorns and fluffy little bunnies mostly—but no longer will the guts of the relationship be laid bare for blog fodder.

I'm sure many of you will rejoice at this news. 

But for those who remain curious, I have installed a brand new "Peej Alert System." Feel free to follow it daily. I borrowed the categories from The Onion, but I felt like they could as easily apply to us.

Make of them what you will.


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*9/1/07: Peej and I have not seen each other since I wrote this post, and I soon understood that while my "teacup chihuahua" was the pain of losing him (or the idea of him I had in my head), his "border collie" was his anxiety at not having gotten rid of me.  I've been on both sides of this equation by now, of course, but when you're besot, for whatever reasons (and all the reasons are bewildering when surveying the wreckage in your rear-view mirror), you just can't do the math.