A single drop of blood on my tongue, and I'm a carnivore again. This is RelationshipBehaviorFilter.

→[More:]I have been adoring my life over the past eight months. Terrific friends, job, art, social life, nature time, exercise. I've been happily thriving in the face of any negative socioeconomic indicator you'd care to mention, with seemingly not a single worldly or spiritual need unfulfilled.

Then, in a night of joyous abandon out with friends, I meet a boy. As a person, he seems like the real deal: happy, spiritually compatible, intellectually curious, and generally a good egg. I'm not really looking for a relationship, so I proceed a bit at arm's length, but boy then demonstrates his Spidey-sized ability to scale my emotional walls, and I give in a little. Four or five really swell dates speed by, but then one slightly awkward one doesn't, and we get speedbumped. Four or five days have now passed with a threadbare amount of contact.

You know that moment when people start to fill in around the edges a bit and go from "Object Of Fun & Desire" to "Complex Human Being"? That just happened. Nothing that's a deal-breaker, but I'm definitely at that moment where I have to decide if I really want to know what's behind Door Number Two.

Life has continued as normal in all other respects, but I'm a little vexed that I now find myself vacillating between simply enjoying the moments as they come or thinking, "Damn it, where's __________ to enjoy [random cool thing] too?"

(This isn't really about looking for a Solution to my predicament, but I do wonder how many of us hard-to-impress types nonetheless demonstrate a fierce heart under the right circumstances.)