A. and I went out for dinner on June 9, the anniversary of the day we met. It’s been twelve awesomesauce years.
A. left at one point, and I sat there happily munching away on some homemade sour dough bread. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw this super hot guy. And he was walking toward our table, presumably to sit with an equally attractive partner at the table behind us or something.
I looked up to check him out because, well, just because I’m not ordering doesn’t mean I can’t look at the menu, right?
It was A.
A. was the hot guy.
Man alive, but my life rocks.
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Yup, he’s been gorgeous since birth. Too bad the light blonde hair disappeared, though. >