Sometimes I Brag
I realize that I take for granted the notion that my friends will have any idea what I'm talking about when I reference the person I'm dating. I simply assume that they're running on a wire-tap-filled dossier of useless info about him that contains every insignificant detail of his 22 years of existence (that's right, I date younger guys!).
I suppose, though, that my affection for him now leads me to feel so compelled to come here and brag about him. Why? Because I can.
William's a package full of sexy, all wrapped up in the cute trimmings of a well-dressed, very cute, very funny and intelligent arts student hailing from Atlanta. I wouldn't go into more detail about his background without his blessing, but at the moment, he's asleep next to me. He conked out early with what appear to be the early symptoms of a spring cold. As I write that, I'm kinda nudging him a bit further away from me, as I have no desire to endure a cold myself.
What I can tell you, however, is all the pertinent information about us as a couple: we've been dating five months, with brief one-day and one-week interruptions that were resolved by learning to better communicate with each other. We met online as mutual last-resort attempts at finding love in all the wrong places (i.e., gay.com - don't bother with that shitty site!). I had a witty (not really) profile and he wrote me a witty (not really) e-mail that made me laugh. (P.S., I'm kidding, his e-mail was very witty. I have to say this, cause if he reads this post, he'll beat me up for joking that it wasn't witty. Really, though, kid's got some guns. While not likely to tear a phone book in half any time soon - likely out of respect for James Earl Jones and the makers of the Yellow Pages - I'm fairly certain he could tear the arms off someone who beats him in holographic chess. You know, like a Wookie.)
What was I talking about? Oh yeah. William.
I can't remember what I meant to write about, except that I just wanted to say I'm really happy right now. How many people get to go to sleep next to an amazing person who genuinely cares about them and their dreams and ambitions pretty much every night of the week? It's a great thing, to be cared about in such a way. It's also great to get a kiss before work or school in the morning. :-)
I suppose, though, that my affection for him now leads me to feel so compelled to come here and brag about him. Why? Because I can.
William's a package full of sexy, all wrapped up in the cute trimmings of a well-dressed, very cute, very funny and intelligent arts student hailing from Atlanta. I wouldn't go into more detail about his background without his blessing, but at the moment, he's asleep next to me. He conked out early with what appear to be the early symptoms of a spring cold. As I write that, I'm kinda nudging him a bit further away from me, as I have no desire to endure a cold myself.
What I can tell you, however, is all the pertinent information about us as a couple: we've been dating five months, with brief one-day and one-week interruptions that were resolved by learning to better communicate with each other. We met online as mutual last-resort attempts at finding love in all the wrong places (i.e., gay.com - don't bother with that shitty site!). I had a witty (not really) profile and he wrote me a witty (not really) e-mail that made me laugh. (P.S., I'm kidding, his e-mail was very witty. I have to say this, cause if he reads this post, he'll beat me up for joking that it wasn't witty. Really, though, kid's got some guns. While not likely to tear a phone book in half any time soon - likely out of respect for James Earl Jones and the makers of the Yellow Pages - I'm fairly certain he could tear the arms off someone who beats him in holographic chess. You know, like a Wookie.)
What was I talking about? Oh yeah. William.
I can't remember what I meant to write about, except that I just wanted to say I'm really happy right now. How many people get to go to sleep next to an amazing person who genuinely cares about them and their dreams and ambitions pretty much every night of the week? It's a great thing, to be cared about in such a way. It's also great to get a kiss before work or school in the morning. :-)
posted by Dave at 2:53:00 AM
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