Dear Diary,
I met a cute boy named Johnny. He's got a great smile and cute well-patterned chest hair and and great eyes and knows more about wine then I may ever know for my whole life. He dresses well and is kinda bitchy about poor clothing decisions and we get along fantastically.
Last night I semi-surprised him after he got off of work and we went for a one a.m. dinner in the Mission.
Then we went back to his place and had incredibly satisfying sex and slept.
Something is bound to go wrong.
Something always does.
Last night I semi-surprised him after he got off of work and we went for a one a.m. dinner in the Mission.
Then we went back to his place and had incredibly satisfying sex and slept.
Something is bound to go wrong.
Something always does.