The other day, I was describing this Erase-All-Fear-of-Commitment Superpower of mine to The Boy. He finds the whole thing enormously amusing.

"Don't make fun," I said, "look what it did to you."

If there was anyone more skittish about relationships than me in this world, it was The Boy. My superpower has, as usual, sucked all the fear right out of him. This is more startling than usual since he was more skittish than average. Sometimes it makes me worry. But, interestingly enough, it doesn't make me want to run screaming away. A lot of the time, it's kind of nice.

Yeah," he said, "but I got you back."

This is true. I have yet to cut and run. I've lost interest in randomly making out with pretty people. Those thoughtful little things he does are not irritating, they're fabulous. Panic levels, with occasional backslides, continue to fall.

You know," my friend Nick said to me the other day, "this skidding-into-commitment thing you're doing is kind of adorable from the outside." Luckily for Nick, you can't punch someone through an instant message.

How did this happen? Out of everyone we know, The Boy and I are the two people least likely to be in a real relationship. And yet, here we are.

He just laughs at me when I wonder out loud to him. "Think of it as commitment détente," he says. This seems about right.