So, I have a boyfriend. He will be referred to on this blog as Jesus. Meg named him because Jesus was Jewish and bearded (as is the guy) and did stuff with wine (this guy owns a bar). He likes the name because Jesus was also a carpenter, and was therefore “good with his wood.” Also, he said that it’s fitting, since he can “bring [me] closer to God, or at least make [me] scream His name.” It will be pronounced “hay-soos,” as he likes to tease me about having a thing for Hispanic men (The Bruiser has a Spanish name, and I fucked a guy from OkC with a Spanish name), even though I don’t, really.
I met him at his bar. I thought he was gay. He thought I was a tomboy. First impressions are really something, eh?
And there you have it. A new addition to the cast of characters.