That’s right, dudes. You guys have been my invisible wingmen for a whole damn year now.
How time flies, right?
Bring out the balloons!
Bring out the fireworks!
Bring out the … oh, hell, you know what I want.
There we go.
You guys have been awesome enough to share your witty insights, your advice, and occasionally your sexy inner thoughts when commenting on my articles, and I couldn’t be more honored and deeee-lighted. You were there to cheer me on when I went boomeranging with the Australian, to cheer me up after my run-in with the wicked Shelob, and occasionally revel in our shared geekery.
So happy anniversary.
Well, happy almost-anniversary, really – we’ve still got two days. On June 25th of last year, AfterElton.com published my very first SGM article ever, which recounted my first date in four years with a lean, muscley Australian.
And boy, did that turn out well, huh?
Over the past twelve months I’ve gotten to know a few decent gents, had sex both mind-blowing and disappointing, and ultimately realized … I’m in the exact same spot I was at this time last year. Seriously. Last year it was the Australian, who despite a rocky first date pretty quickly showed that he knew all the right things to say to make my knees quiver faster than Whitney on seeing a crack pipe. I’m trying to tell myself that I’m not just repeating history by dating Rock Star, who like the Australian is exotic, artistic, funny, insanely handsome … and has a f*cking sweet apartment.
But more on that in a few mouse-clicks.