to a place i’d seen in a magazine
i talked to the TTHM for a good long time tonight, and it was fun. so fun. i hadn’t talked to him in ages, because well we’re busy people. i didn’t write about him for a long, long time because he asked me not to anymore, which when i told one friend prompted that friend to say, “did he also ask that you never speak his name outloud, because that’s about the same thing for you.”
but the ban has been lifted and it makes me feel good. really good. i didn’t like having that one area of my life that i couldn’t write about.
and we argued like old times. he insists on calling Robert the dreamy writing teacher Bob, which drives me nuts. it’s like i forgot how very much i adore the TTHM. he never seems to tell me what i want to hear, more what i need to hear. and he makes me laugh so loud that i think the neighbors are going to complain.
good times, good times.
