There's a man in my life.
A special, sexy, funny, charming man.
We talk all the time, wrapped up in what each other has to say, and we never fight, and always agree. He cares about what I think, treats me like a princess, and never pressures me to sleep with him. He likes my brain better than my breasts, and doesn't let me get away with putting myself down.
Unfortunately, he's gay, and lives in California. I also have to share him with a half-dozen other women.
Chase, this blog's for you.
A special, sexy, funny, charming man.
We talk all the time, wrapped up in what each other has to say, and we never fight, and always agree. He cares about what I think, treats me like a princess, and never pressures me to sleep with him. He likes my brain better than my breasts, and doesn't let me get away with putting myself down.
Unfortunately, he's gay, and lives in California. I also have to share him with a half-dozen other women.
Chase, this blog's for you.
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