There's just somethin' about a hot guy in your kitchen cooking you dinner. You know - watching his strong forearms as he prepares mostaccioli, enjoying the way he feels his way around your kitchen even though he's never cooked anything in it before.
It's even better to sit and relax while he does the dishes, and passes you dessert.
Now if only a straight guy would come do that ...
Yes, Patrick was here for dinner. I love the very Will & Grace-esque way we sort of fall into a rhythm. I love that we can talk about everything and nothing, and that I can tell him I've been angry at him for almost five years and he understands that, and he doesn't pretend like it isn't important.
Old friends are like old blue jeans. They fit better than anything else.
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Until they become your "Fat Pants".
Then they still fit, it just gets a little harder to squeeze things into them.
:)
Yes, but I'm slimming into my jeans these days, and all my friends still fit!
Kinda make me wish I had a gay friend too!!
Hi Scott Booker! Welcome to my little corner of the blogosphere! I heard you're cool. ;)
I have to agree, because your profile includes Wilco, Rich Mullins and INXS among your favorite music. I can't begin to tell you how many times I've had to explain to people exactly who Rich Mullins is. (I suppose I should say "was", but the music lives on ...) Someday, I will have to tell you about the time I got to sing with him.
Anyway, I'm off to check out your blogs now! Visit again soon!
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