He makes me happy, you know. My dad always said that the love of your life may just be right under your nose. Bet he didn't think he would be the sexy guy under a hardhat in a manhole that just seemed to materialize out of nowhere as I went sailing over the edge of the sidewalk, narrowly missed the barricade there to keep me safe and nailed him with not just my body but a fresh cup of joe.
Yeah, I'm a klutz. Ask the people in the ER. After being handed the helpline for abusive relationships one too many times, I finally had to journal my mishaps by camera just to prove that these things were really happening to me, by me. Didn't know that it would lead to a career in photojournalism, that the magazine I work for would send me to cover the latest local coffee shop casualty that just couldn't win against the coffee giant that seemed to pop up everywhere where the drink sizes made no sense and neither did their names. Yeah, I've been there, too, but we're not here to talk about me. Oh, yeah, right. We are.
Anyway, everything happens for a reason.
Bet Pop didn't think the love of my life would be a guy, either. Hell, I didn't think so, but when strong corded arms wrapped themselves around my frame holding me close, dripping with a yummy hazelnut blend and all, an amused smile aimed in my direction, my dick would have given any pointer dog a run for its money. It knew exactly what it wanted. Just took me a week or three to catch up. My guy, though? He doesn't take no for an answer.
It's been weird. Top or bottom? Whatever. Variety is the spice of life.
It's been life changing. Real friends stay and fools go.
And? It's been worth every minute. Look at those smiles. Can't you tell?