Things ended almost as quickly as we started them. I'm sure you're surprised. I was as well. Perfect Andrew. The man who wooed me with his horrible pick-up lines. The man that I catered to every time he came home from gigs plastered. The man who proposed a life of perfection, a life of pancakes … Continue reading The Descent

The pounding on the door roused me from my drunken nap. A little (or a lot) of spiked eggnog, a jazzy Christmas tunes, and the glow from the corner Christmas tree really set the mood for myself and Luna, my Scottish fold, to rest our eyes while we awaited the return of Andrew from his … Continue reading The One Word

Life with Andrew is perfect. Perfection - now there is something I never thought could exist. Just as he charmed me on that first night in the bar, Andrew took a hold on my heart just as quickly and effortlessly. We immediately started to see each other every day after our first encounter, soaking each … Continue reading Togetherness

"Did you know that every time you use a straw, you have the potential to kill Crush?" I looked up from my drink and stared at the man who came right up beside me at the bar. "Excuse me?" "Crush - the turtle from Finding Nemo. Oh, and the little baby turtle, Squirt - he … Continue reading Andrew, Andrew, Andrew