I usually make it a point not to talk about gentlemen friends* here because that's kind of personal and I never overshare on the blog.
Um, yeah, except there's this boy, you know what I'm saying? And I, well folks, I got it bad for this boy. Because this boy is a dreamboat. A real-life Adonis.
(Not appropriate, Kim.)
But you want to know something mind-boggling? He is a grown-up. Not like a should-be-grown-up-by-now-and-therefore-does-marginally-adultlike-things-occasionally grown-up (and we don't know anyone like that, do we?), but like a real, live grown-up. He's got prospects. He's bona fide.**
And guess what you do when you're in a Grown-Up Relationship?
-talk about stuff
-share a donut
-never, ever tell him that you think sandwiches are "fancy food"
-hit him with a pillow
-embarrass him in front of his step-mom
-other stuff too
Also, did I tell you that he pinched my bottom the other day?
(That's how you know it's true love.)
And then I giggled like a madwoman because, I mean, what would you have done?
(Yes, that is an example of an overshare. Thank you for playing.)
*Unless it is hysterical.
**Please tell me you get that reference. (You have to imagine me saying it in a Southern accent.)