Before I tell you about my new relationship, I’d like to take a moment to celebrate. Pardon me while I freak out for a second with pure joy.
Let me just.
I can’t even.
Initial and totally dweeby/dorky/goofy freak-out over.
Thank you for putting up with me.
And now, the boyfriend.
Meet: Tony, the cutest boy I’ve ever met.
Tony is … He’s … Jeez. How do I describe him to someone who’s never met him?
My initial thought is to launch into every single detail about what makes him amazing, but having done this several times already with both girlfriends and family, it’s like: ouch, my throat hurts from walking so many people through how we met, how we got to know one another, why we get along, and how he asked me to be his girlfriend.
I guess I could start with how insanely physically attracted I am to him, but that should be obvious by the photo above. Of course we can’t keep our hands off of each other. I mean, duh. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
As my CEO at work puts it, “Ahhh, new love.”
Or, as one of my best friends says, “I love new love!”
Not that we’re in love, or anything!
*super awkward laughter*
… But seriously, he’s the tits.
I write about him constantly. You haven’t seen any of this elusive writing because I haven’t posted any of it online (it’s pretty embarrassing, actually), but it remains the case that when I really like someone, I can’t help myself; I have to create things about them. And Tony is … Well. He’s my muse. He inspires me. He inspires me so much that the first time I laid eyes on him, I went home and wrote a song about him on my ukulele.
Are you ready for story time, kids?
Because here goes.