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Last Thursday I boarded a plane and flew to Denver hot on the heels of the beau, who was there for...
Read MoreLast Thursday I boarded a plane and flew to Denver hot on the heels of the beau, who was there for...
Read MoreNot long after he got home from work I heard the refrigerator door open and the beau digging...
Read More“Well, I’d better get going with my run,” the beau announced, shortly after...
Read MoreI lied a little bit, in my last post. Turns out there was a little more to our second anniversary...
Read MoreHave you ever had an anniversary? Do you know someone who’s had an anniversary? If...
Read MoreThe beau just described our relationship as “friends with benefits, plus commitment,” and I was like yeah, that’s pretty spot-on. It got me thinking, though. I occasionally wonder sometimes if we’re...
Read MoreLast Wednesday I was furiously powering through the television channels and came...
Read MoreThe beau and I don’t argue very often. But lately, when we do, it’s been about photographs. Specifically, mine. Specifically, how I hate any photograph of me ever taken. And how he’s a dick for insisting...
Read MoreI get asked a lot about married life. People always want to know how it is. “Have you got him...
Read MoreSo we were at a friend’s wedding. Fine, it was technically the night before the wedding, and...
Read MoreI saw the story about Neil Patrick Harris and David Burka in Out magazine via a link on Gawker last week, and was quickly enamored of this quote: “What defines a relationship is the work that’s involved to maintain it, and...
Read MoreThe beau snuggled in, wrapping his arm around me tighter. He leaned forward for a kiss and held his face in front of mine, gazing tenderly into my eyes. “Get off,” I moaned, “I can’t breathe.” Okay, so it’s hard for me to be...
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