A Week Long Is Like Months...
I've been too busy lately to fit it all in, but the largest part has been a guy. His name is Keith and he is fucking awesome. I met him at the nineties over Pride and we have hardly spent any time apart. He is so hot. A six pack, gorgeous chest, and tatoos all over. He is an amazing cook and baker. He made us banana bread last night that was so good, and chicken and rice this morning.
He does alterations for clothing. Almost all of his wardrobe has been altered by himself*.
*He has a sewing machine he got from his mom.
He cuts hair and he is going to do mine tonight probly.
He has a sweet-ass apartment in which he has decorated all by himself. It's like an adult apartment.
And he is incredibly nice. Last night he said, "Okay, I'm just going to say it...I...really really really like you. I wasn't looking and here you are."
Man, am I falling for him fast. But I've met all of his friends already and he going to meet mine tonight.
I have to go, but MAN, I needed to scream out my affections(spelling???)!!!
Hiccup
He does alterations for clothing. Almost all of his wardrobe has been altered by himself*.
*He has a sewing machine he got from his mom.
He cuts hair and he is going to do mine tonight probly.
He has a sweet-ass apartment in which he has decorated all by himself. It's like an adult apartment.
And he is incredibly nice. Last night he said, "Okay, I'm just going to say it...I...really really really like you. I wasn't looking and here you are."
Man, am I falling for him fast. But I've met all of his friends already and he going to meet mine tonight.
I have to go, but MAN, I needed to scream out my affections(spelling???)!!!
Hiccup