There was a girl who had a best friend who started dating this guy she thought (at the time- hindsight is 20/20) was perfect for said friend. So perfect, she inquired if the guy had a brother.
He did.
A very handsome, tall, charismatic, funny, tan brother.
Okay- he was mega hot and shared my same sense of fucked-up-going-to-hell humor and liked to kiss faces in public and thought my ass was fantastic.
So on, so forth, etc etc, blah blah... welcome to the last 4 years of my life.
From sharing a bed, to not speaking, to dating other people, to sharing a bed again, to not speaking again and then coming full circle to realize that Man was and is the love of my life... it has been an interesting period of time. The last year of the four has been one of pining and gas expenses, and I am ready to end that shit. Boyfrand asked me to move to Cookeville, TN to live with him and I accepted. Why not? I can finish my final year in earning my BB (bachelor's in bullshit) in person, thus saving me money and giving me more class options. On top of getting to shack up every single night. Hell-oooooooo. However, why not could also include the fact that all of my family and friends are in Knoxville, TN, as well as a job in which I am nicely compensated, in part to talk to one of my best friends all day, erry day and look at cat pictures online. Still, when it is time for a change and the right doors are open- I feel one should take opportunities they are presented with. So here I am- 28.75 years old, dating a 24 year old college boy, and uprooting my cat to move to a new time zone because that 24 year old college boy is the most amazing man I've ever met. Yup. True story.
So prepare yourself to read about glitter, whiskey, gay men, Boyfrand and cats- peppered with unladylike language and hopefully a few giggles. Here goes everything...
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