I need to have a gushy moment. My darling friends have been tittering about how I have a capital B-oyfriend. “Lizzie never uses that word. Teeheeheee”.

Peeps, I gotta tell you, I am a smitten kitten. And yes, Charlotte Lucas would say that all relationships tend towards vexation eventually (terribly paraphrased, btw). But there is a whole lot of basic feminism 101 stuff I don’t have to explain, argue, or even just hash out with him. Do you know how often that has happened in my excessively long dating history? Never. He’s sweet and thoughtful and kind and worries about me and sticks up for me. We make a pretty damn good team (though both of us share superhero level powers of cutting through bureaucratic red tape).