YOU WANNA GET NUTS???

Meow.

Yeah, about all that other shit I wrote…

I changed my mind. It’s better when you don’t bother with all the online fuckery and have a real, live, honest-to-god meet-cute where you’re sweaty and short and he’s so tall in his orange shoes that he doesn’t notice a decent-sized table directly in his path. It also doesn’t hurt that he likes to, you know. Get nuts.

The big thing is that I don’t spend most of my nights agonizing over finding a way to salvage things and endlessly pondering what magic thing I could do or say to turn the other person’s mind around. Quite possibly, for the first and only time, ever, I have a partner who meets—and even exceeds—my expectations. I’ve always set high standards for myself, but for whatever reason, I wind up settling for less than I should. Not anymore.

Of all the landmark days in my life, this one is hard to top. High five! <3

It was the 90s. You wouldn’t understand.