DJ Mrs White In The Library With The Lead Pipe (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} djmrswhite) wrote,@ 2008-10-01 07:24:00 |
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Only two more days until "Beverly Hills Chihuahua"
In 1995, on a whim, my friend Stephanie convinced me to place a personal ad in the gay Dallas weekly newspaper. This was not before the internet but it was before everyone had the internet. So personal ads were still what you did. I had never placed one before but she decided for me that it would be really awesome and funny to see what happened once I did. The ad contained no physical information and no romantic needs. It was just a list of stuff I liked.
Lots of boring fags contacted me to tell me that they had 28" waists and loved gardening and romantic comedies. I got no beef with 28" waists or gardening or romantic comedies. But they were all dummies.
So then one unboring fag who responded was cool and funny and we met and got along very well very quickly and we started hanging out and were strictly platonic because I wasn't his type. But whatever. I had like three homosexual friends, all the rest were my straights from college, so I was glad to have a gay around who was down for weird movies and who didn't need to have Sonic Youth explained to him.
So then like 10 months into the strictly platonic friendship he decided that I WAS HIS DREAMBOAT and that he needed me to run his entire life and be his boss, which I've now done, as of today which is our anniversary, for 13 years. He's very very happy that he chose me. Just ask him and he'll tell you. A magical paradise of love. I made it happen.
I think he's making me a homemade meatloaf sometime this week if it ever stops being 1000 stupidfuckingfahrenheit outside. That's my anniversary gift from him. My gift to him is continued piling on of excellence in husbandry.
In 1995, on a whim, my friend Stephanie convinced me to place a personal ad in the gay Dallas weekly newspaper. This was not before the internet but it was before everyone had the internet. So personal ads were still what you did. I had never placed one before but she decided for me that it would be really awesome and funny to see what happened once I did. The ad contained no physical information and no romantic needs. It was just a list of stuff I liked.
Lots of boring fags contacted me to tell me that they had 28" waists and loved gardening and romantic comedies. I got no beef with 28" waists or gardening or romantic comedies. But they were all dummies.
So then one unboring fag who responded was cool and funny and we met and got along very well very quickly and we started hanging out and were strictly platonic because I wasn't his type. But whatever. I had like three homosexual friends, all the rest were my straights from college, so I was glad to have a gay around who was down for weird movies and who didn't need to have Sonic Youth explained to him.
So then like 10 months into the strictly platonic friendship he decided that I WAS HIS DREAMBOAT and that he needed me to run his entire life and be his boss, which I've now done, as of today which is our anniversary, for 13 years. He's very very happy that he chose me. Just ask him and he'll tell you. A magical paradise of love. I made it happen.
I think he's making me a homemade meatloaf sometime this week if it ever stops being 1000 stupidfuckingfahrenheit outside. That's my anniversary gift from him. My gift to him is continued piling on of excellence in husbandry.
