Lenny and I have had a great run.
And we’re still running.
And we’re still running.
And you know how much I love to run...
New Year’s Eve was fun- just the two of us getting shit-faced on the roof of a building in Little Italy.
So things are going good. Nay- things are going great. I seriously could not ask for a better…boyfriend, if that’s what you want to call him. (And sometimes I do- but mostly just because it’s a lot easier to say than “the dude I’m seeing” or “my boning buddy” or something like that.)
So what does luck have to do with it?
The kickballers are all attending a wedding together the first weekend in February. No dates, just the kickballers. GQ is even going to come down from lala land that weekend to hang out.
Oh, and GQ is staying with me.
Go ahead and let that sink in for a second…
The kickballers are all attending a wedding together the first weekend in February. No dates, just the kickballers. GQ is even going to come down from lala land that weekend to hang out.
Oh, and GQ is staying with me.
Go ahead and let that sink in for a second…
Seven months ago this would have been the greatest thing to ever happen to mankind.
And now I have a boyfriend.
