I Can Has Boyfrienz?

Here is a blogpost I thought I'd never write. For serious, if you had asked me a few weeks ago how I thought the rest of my life would go, I woulda said something about being semi-lonely and descending into Crazy Cat Lady-dom, and then I die, the end. If you had said, "But Jen, what about those craigslist ads you were talking about?" I would have pooh-poohed those as not much more than an amusing diversion.

And yet, here I am. With a boyfriend. That I found on craigslist. Can you believe it? I certainly can't.

I'm disgustingly head-over-heels, too. Like, ZOMG, dudes, he's SO HAWT. He's practically perfect in every way, except for his political views and television tastes. He's a great cook. He doesn't drive recklessly. He carries a (large)(*wink*) weapon. He looks at me like I'm something special. Oh, and the things he says? Make my knees weak.

I'm twitterpated. Smitten. Infatuated. Besotted. Really, just get out your thesaurus and look for whatever equates to "Jen's in love."*

I'm all about the acronyms-for-names here at Chez Jen, and this guy is no exception: henceforth, he is to be known as Slutty Boyfriend** or SBF. And, at risk of jinxing everything, I think he's going to stick around for a while.


Don't you agree? H. O. T.



*Oh yeah, I went there. I AM FULLY AWARE OF THE EXTENT OF MY CRAZY.

**YES, he's a slut. I'm so damn lucky.