Well, maybe a little. I prefer to think of it as annoyingly vague.
Not too long ago, a friend berated me for keeping my cards too close to my chest [insert silly joke about my magnificent Christian Bale-esque chest+] She could be right, but then again, it’s also possible that I’ve just run out of things to say. It’s a short step from “sharing” to “shut the fuck up, already!”++ After all, I would hate bore you with the tedious minutiae of my life (although I’m sure David will be pleased to hear that my scrofula are healing rather nicely).
Nevertheless, when I cast my anally-retentive eye+++ across my more recent ramblings, I think the record may be angled a few fractions of a degree off square and could perhaps do with a little straightening:
So – to answer the question – yes, I have been seeing someone and no, I’m not going to provide more detail than that. Consider this a public service to all the stalkers who can now rake through the archives to look for clues. It’s no use denying it – you know you want to.
+ Hey, don’t just take my word for it, ask HER
++ and it’s an even shorter step from “self-referential” to “Head Up Own Arse Syndrome”
+++ which is rather ironic, when viewed in conjunction with my second footnote, above.