I love it when people who are smart and funny and handsome online turn out to be smart and funny and handsome in person.
And sexy. When he mentioned being frustrated because he’d finished this week’s New York Times Sunday crossword puzzle in a day and so wouldn’t have anything to occupy his free time during the week, it was all I could do not to rip his clothes off and ravish him right there on 37th Street. I settled for grabbing him and kissing him and hoping that he could tell from my erection that he should consider it an IOU.
Of course, now I have to consider the possibility that my search for love in Manhattan will actually be successful. And then what will become of this blog?
With any luck we’ll be a great disappointment to each other in a vastly amusing way. That way I’ll continue to be able to write wry commentary here.
Thank God I make all my decisions based on what I think will make others happy.
This is absolutely hysterical! I love it!
BY THE WAY, DID YOU _REALLY_ MAKE A PORN??? And if so, how much did they pay and do they accept other young Broadway-composer-wannabes (who can’t get a job)?
Now, I’m not normally in the habit of leaving jibbering, witless comments like this, but….
I love this blog!
oh, I think you should just re-title and keep being wry.
Or, you’ll move in with him and then you can continue to amuse us with snarky remarks on his bathroom habits on your soon-to-be retitled site, “The Re-Education of L.R.”
Or, um, T.H.
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