dear pretend boyfriend:
i am now hopelessly in love with you
i wish you were my real boyfriend
because you hang out backstage with me
and bring me snacks
and make "i'm on a boat" references
too bad you are married to your chosen sport
(though i do appreciate the spandex unitard)
and you dont own a cell phone
because i'm really good with the cute, hilarious text messages
and i think you would appreciate them
and then love me back
but you will be there this weekend
and i have a very sexy top with all the zipper action you could want
so maybe this will work out anyway
love
1 comment:
Until recently, I thought his name was Justin Beaver. Seriously. I thought maybe it was spelled Beever.
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