Love, Sweet Love

Judging by Liarchan and Adam or Amy Sedaris and Ricky, it was just a matter of time before I finally dipped my toes into the chlorinated pool of love with Sarah.

Sarah and I met through a mutual friend (Carrie) who had strangely enough been trying to set us up for months. Unfortunately, every time Carrie planned a group event one of us cancelled. There was the pool party while watching Jaws (a dive-in movie night) that I couldn’t attend because of an open wound on my leg.... and there was the bbq party that Sarah left early from because the smoke inflamed her allergies (which was too bad because she missed my perfect burgers). But we finally met a few weeks ago and it has been FABULOUS ever since.

This weekend we watched Annie Hall and there’s nothing quite like the nervous butterflies of fresh love. Alvy Singer was killing a spider the size of a Buick and I knew this was the time to make my move. My fingers haven’t wanted to blog all week: they no longer understand why they need to type when they could be the sugary lard intertwined with the chalky black powder of summer’s sweet love.