soliloqueer

Howie and I were snuggling in bed this morning, having just woken up, both reminding the other that there was a great big ol’ world out there and that we would eventually have to join it. Let’s just say we weren’t in a hurry.

Not that either of us being up and running at any particular hour was important, since I work from home and he’s being taken care of by a rich married man in New York. Still, it’s nice to make an appearance.

That’s when he turned over, kissed me, and then popped the question.

We talked about it yesterday, half-jokingly, and then again last night over dinner a bit more seriously. This conversation involved phrases like, “if we did, how would that work” and “it would save me a fortune on gas.”

“So, am I moving in?” He asked me.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

An hour later, he was standing in my kitchen in his underwear, making crepes while I watched the morning news. We ate and now he’s driving out to Southport to pick up a few things for the first week in my apartment.

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