I’m having Perma-grin that borders on a medical issue at the present time.
I knew that I was kinda lonely, and that I’d like to start dating again, but I was completely unprepared for how horny I would be. Like, all the time. I haven’t felt like this in 6 years. Insane.
So we had our first Actual Date, With Talking, last night. We were going to go to BMcK’s pool party, but then there was some sort of issue with breathing that he was having, so that got cancelled. Instead, we watched Blazing Saddles and canoodled (that’s Cuddling with Intent, for those unaware) on the couch. I made her dinner, we perused my high school yearbooks, it was all so very mundane, I swear.
Why don’t you believe me?
Anyway, she’s awesome; you will adore her the second you meet her, if you haven’t met her already. I still haven’t come up with a good nickname yet, but you’ll obviously be the first to know.
This is, of course, in my unofficial capacity as exaggeration shrinker and resident fact checker.
