I love Lindsey, and that's all there is to it. I'm in love with this woman and have never had this type of feeling or care for another person, as I do for her. She's simply an amazing woman and I have great respect for her.
Also, I'm not rich.
This.
The relationship is a little unusual in its inception, but we've been pretty serious about this for a while now. It feels a little surreal to me still - but the one thing I know for sure is that I'm happy. He makes me happy, and I love him. I've grown enough in my time of celibacy (har har) to know that life is too short not to take risks, especially when it comes to something important like my happiness. So I took a chance and I let him in. It's a little crazy because we're 1200 miles apart (Thank Cthulhu for free nights & weekends on the cell phones), but we're doing the best we can to have a functional relationship whilst only seeing each other every so often for the time being. We spent a beautiful week together last week here in sunny Florida, and I'll be making my journey up to Chicago/suburbs next month to take my vacation there with him and to meet his family (mine is crazy and they don't know yet).
But yes, essentially we boned and didn't tell Libman. We apologize profusely for our grievous error in judgement - and we will most assuredly inform you next time we have sex. It will be on May 11th. Probably around lunchtime.
It's not a secret from anybody (except for my mother for the time being), so I'm happy to share any information that anybody might want out of me for the most part. What it all comes down to is that we're happy.