What am I talking about? You mean you don't know? My Amanda Palmer, I mean, *my* Amanda Palmer, has just announced that she's dating (yes, you know what *dating* means) Neil Gaiman.
Now, I hate to parade my dirty linen in public, but the way I thought this story worked out is that Amanda married *me*. I'm the one that got the special hug at the Electric Ballroom gig in the snow - was I reading the signs wrong? Should I write an internationally best-selling book? What do I have to do?
Amanda says (in her latest blog):
we've been dating for a while, and while not actually keeping it a shut-up-shut-up secret, we've been not advertising it because....errrr, why do that? but it's at the point where it's just dumb so: yes. i'm dating neil gaiman. and moreover, he's dating me. (very handy). and more than that, i truly love him. i do.
the man makes me so, so, so, so happy. finding someone who understands me...really, really understands me...is a miracle. it's never been this easy. we don't need to change each other at all. it may sound absurd but he's the only man i've ever met who's willing to love me unedited, to take me as i am, completely, utterly. it's been a bitch of a life, this one, running around and touring and working and trying trying to figure out this job and also trying to find real love that works. it's near impossible. neil gets it. he gets what i do, he gets who i am, he gets how i work, inside and out, and as my friend anthony would say: he loves me despite knowing me. and i get him. i love every inch of his self. and so that's that. i think i should keep him around, eh? he can also write, cook, sing, drive stickshift, beekeep and give great neckrubs. but the man cannot play a tambourine in rhythm to save his LIFE. can't have it all.
I can live with it, Amanda, so long as you're happy. But woe betide that Gaiman bloke if he makes you unhappy...
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Fickle mare...
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