So in my last entry, there were 5 commenters. 4 of you thought that A was Clay and that B was me (making him the super-sweet one) while 1 of you thought that A was me and therefore B was him (making me sweet in an out-of-character-way). I’d hate to break it to you, but my boyfriend says ‘Aww’ a lot. Like, a lot a lot. If you were to see him, you probably wouldn’t think it. He says quite a bit of things in a cutesy little voice. I’d get him to say things into a recorder, but he’d probably assume that I’d be uploading it for your listening pleasure, so I won’t (because he’s unlikely to agree to it). With that in mind…

A was me, B was him.

I know, I know. Whatever happened to that girl who wrinkled her nose at sappy Hallmark cards and thought that cut flowers were overrated (… I still think that cut flowers are overrated, actually)? Whatever happened to the girl who was, for the most part, cynical and bitter and somewhat pessimistic?

He happened, that’s what.

That being said, he does have his super-sweet moments too. It just so happens that the last conversation that I posted, the super-sweet one was me. But, you know… I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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