Out of Hibernation, Into Overdrive

Wow. Last year seemed to be a horrible year overall. Fortunately, since October, life has turned around dramatically. I am now working for T-Mobile up at Polaris Parkway, driving a Dodge Dakota, and have an absolutely amazing girlfriend.

I have known of Pam for years, and have a large mutual friend base, yet we never really talked. Apparently when we worked at COSI, she felt I wouldn't want to talk with her, and our paths never really crossed for me to prove her wrong. From that point we didn't see each other until my good friend/sister Tonee's wedding. I still didn't really interact with her, but there are pictures proving I did notice her and her watching me.
Skip ahead some more, and we find ourselves on the Monday before Christmas. Our friends are having a small gathering so we can chase away the storm clouds circling our brows. I almost do not go. As I drive down the road, I see a Meijer and a compulsion pulls me inside. I purchase 2 bottles of eggnog, and head to Tonee's. Fuck it, I need my clouds blown away as well.
I open the door to the Keating's (Tonee was married, remember) and give everyone inside my usual boistrous self followed up with alcohol laden bear hugs. Hugging her triggers something in my mind, because I hold her a bit longer than the others.
Eggnog is pouring. Everyone is enjoying themselves. In my tipsy reverie I happen to hear Pam say she is single. My mind sharpens, and I interject with great fervor for her to confirm her statement. It seems my mind is setting a stage for me, and I am but an unwitting player. She does indeed confirm her statement. She inguires as to the reason for my outburst. I have no answer, and mumble something to soothe the inquiries, yet inside y head a whirling dirvish of cogs, gears, and the like grind at a fever pitch to answer the inquiry to myself.
I am standing outside. Others are with me. We are all smoking from my pack, talking and laughing. Tim makes it know that he would like to persue Pam, and asks my help in the matter. I agree. Things slowly die down and I give Pam one last, long hug, again not truly understanding why.
It is the next day. I get a text message asking to guess who it is. I am eating a Hunters' Club from Jimmy Johns. After some deliberation, I guess correctly that it is Pam. She asked Tim for my number. We text each other quite a bit. She is on her way to New York with her family. I am beginning to feel a bond forming, but decide that to follow them would not be prudent due to my good friend Tim has already asked my help in wooing her. A tinge of regret creeps into my mind.
Christmas night. Tim comes by and we vid skype Pam until the very wee hours of morning. I coach him as to what to say and do, wishing all the while that it was my voice saying those things.

Pam texts me the next day, and soon we talk on the phone. She tells me how Tim has no chance and asks my help in staving him off. This phrase uplifts me. I begin to think of how to express myself to her, while still making Tim feel I am helping him, and all the while dealing with a heroine and pill addicted soon-to-be ex.
I am talking with Pam much more now. We are communicating via text during the Vid Skype sessions with Tim. Tim comes up with an amazing idea for him, Pam, myself and my girlfriend to all go shooting. I relay the information, all the while wracking my brain as how to express that the girlfriend is not going to be in the picture much longer. She seems taken aback by the information, and I try every subtlety I have to infer future circumstances while not deliberately denouncing my girlfriend. I will never trash the name of someone I am with, even if I plan to break things off. Until I do, they are my girlfriend and get all the amenities thereof.
Pam comes home tomorrow morning. I talk and text her as she is on her way home. She calls me when she makes it home safe. We make plans to see each other that evening, Monday evening. We publically want to have a snowball fight. We privately want each other.
I am on my way to her house. The snow is thick, and I miss her house. Upon my turnaround I realize the snowman I passed was in truth a very warmly clad Pamela bouncing in the moonlight. I park, and head inside. I meet her mother, father and sister. We head out into the moonlight to play in the snow. Both of us are acting nervous and giddy. We carve a giant heart and a sperm in the snow with our feet before the first snowballs are thrown. Our fun time is cut short by my falling into an unidentified toxic substance. Her mother loans me pants. We spend the remainder of the day talking, laughing, cuddling, and playing video games. We stay up all night. 8 am rolls around, and I convince her to tell me what is on her mind. She likes me. I tell her I feel the same.
That was everything up to the 27th. Things move faster from there.