Hear the trumpets! Hear the heralds who announce my comming! I come now to tell a tale of a great personal victory. A tale which begins long ago and who's cumulation was only made evident to me several short days ago.

Our tale begins with a young man in the midst of the throes of adolecence; confused, angry and possessing great skills but, sadly, unable to realize them due to the wound of Afontas which sat heavy upon his soul. As in all such tales, our hero has set his eyes upon a maid of the fairest demeanor. A warrior of the highest regards; battle hardened and possessing the fury of the goddess herself! Known to her friends and enemies alike as the Destroyer, she smote our hero's heart upon their first meeting.
Oh, this maid smote out heroes heart upon their first meeting; he persued her for many an age, but always to no avail. She continually rebuffed his many attempts to woo her, and remained icy, despite the warmth of his efforts....

eh hem....ok; I apparently need to get back to writing my poem, if I keep going on like that. Excuse me as I start over!

Alright, for those of you who had the misfortune of reading some of my recents posts on the Dating Sucks board, I should apologize for the general whinniness of those posts. I am usually a pretty positive person, but it does fail from time to time. Thanks to everyone who pointed out to me that I was whining and sounding desperate; I sometimes need to be reminded when I fall into that rut.
Now, despite the fact that my New Years Eve sucked, I've been able to find a silver lining. Actually, considering the importance of this revelation to my older self, I would go so far as to say that the rough experience itself was more akin to a single dark cloud which temporarily blocked the sun on a beautiful day.
For those of you who can actually desipher my hackneyed pseudo-mythic prose above, you've most likely figured out that when I was in High School there was a girl that I liked. Really liked; we're talking Tristan and Isolte type longing here. I chased after her for several years before getting the hint that; hey, she doesn't like me like that. This experience pretty much killed my chances of dating in High School and, as much as I am loathe to admit it, really wounded me for several years afterwards.
The two of us ended up eventually becoming pretty decent friends, but that longing remained for quiet some time afterwards. I ended up going to college, dated a bit here and there, and generally moved past the girl. Or, at least, I always told myself that I did; but the truth was, was that I always secretly wondered. Truly many of the girls I was attracted to had certain characteristics in common with her (I have a think for headstrong, stubborn women; I'm trying to learn to stay away from the ones with tempers ), and it left me to question whether I'd still jump at the chance to date her if it ever arrived.
This was the friend who I went to visit for New Years; we had recently reconnected over the net a few months ago after I'd gone about a year without speaking to her. I travled down there and we spent two days together; now, before I go any further, I want to assure you all that I actually still do like this girl as a friend. She's loyal, good sense of humor, fun to hang around with (when she's not trying to make every guy around her jelous that is....but, then again, she's always been like that).
That being said; I don't know what the hell I ever saw in her! Seriously; she's certainly attractive and everything but, good lord, if we'd have ever have dated one, or both, of us would have been driven crazy. I've been terrified for years that I still carried some sort of flame for this girl; and I don't! I actually have matured as a human being. I don't know why this fills me with such a sense of relief and victory, but it does. WOOOOOOOO!
Now, if I can get get out of Alaska, I can meet someone else..