"going to the chapel and they're going to get married"
Back in August Blade blogged...
Right. News. Don’t quite know where to start. Well, your own dear Blade is not exactly what you’d call a great success story in matters of the heart. My personal life is real trainwreck material, as I am (a) the most stupid and gullible idiot who ever walked the Earth and (b) see item (a). At the risk of sounding rather foolish and needy, I wasn’t exactly what you’d call popular in my younger days. That’s left me with a fairly good line in life-and-soul wisecracks, and a doglike devotion to anyone who actually wants to be my friend. When it comes to relationships, I am the non-confrontational doormat. Anyway, being quite tired of hang-ups, I’ve thought a fair bit this last few years, and for the first time in my life, I actually like who I am. Not all the time, but more than ever before. I’d say it’s like being a different person, but it’s more like I’m finally growing into me. And maybe that’s why what happened last Tuesday actually happened.
(Keeping you in suspense? Or just plain babbling?)
I have this friend. Let’s call him…can’t think what, suggestions on a postcard. Anyway, in student days, he shared a house with a great schoolfriend of mine, so I’ve known him for 13 years. We’ve always got along really well, and have been there for the bad haircuts, the broken hearts and some pretty deficient student cookery (mine). When we meet, we pick up almost at the last conversation, and he’s around for the holidays, so we met up last Tuesday. Now, if I’m honest, there’s been a bit of something different in the air for some time, but being a Recovering Emotional Cripple, I was quite happy to deny all knowledge. However, verily, age and pseudomaturity have wrought many changes in both of us. We had the usual fun evening, much talking and laughing and teasing. Then he said something he claims he’s been wanting to say for years, and I said something I never thought I could say to anyone again: yes. And whilst I keep having, “Shit! This is X! What the hell is going on?!” moments, I am also terrifyingly pleased about it all. It’s surreal; no best behaviour, no holding back in case I offend, no pretending. Mind you, if it goes wrong…but for once, I am not anticipating disaster. It’s more that I don’t think I deserve to be this happy. And for once, I’m not just saying that to fish for compliments. I just can’t believe my luck.
Then I left a comment on Blade's blog
I knew this would happen and 7 months later on it has. Yes I'm in the wrong business I should really be a prophet.If I'm to try some online prophecy live on this blog now "I reckon Blade and Batman will live a very long and happily married life. There may be a little Batman who'll arrive on the scene at some time, or even a little Blade [God help us ;-)]".