3 Febr 2009
5:15 pm
I spent the entire weekend with Mr. Fixerupper. We finally did it. As in the royal it.
I wish I could tell you that the decision to drop my knickers came after weeks of deep emotional deliberation.
But you know that's not how I roll child.
On Friday at approximately 5:59 p.m., Fixer was summoned into the office of his boss and summarily pink-slipped. The art world has not been doing so hot ever since Wall Streeters stopped shopping for instant class signifiers, dontcha know.
Luckily, unlike you or me Fixer says that he has enough saved to survive for at least a year. Gulp! (Note to self Stop shopping for like ever C.G.)
But he did admit that getting fired was quite the little ego crusher. So that's when I said, Baby, come on over.
Which he did. And then we... and... and... and... untill it was suddenly Monday.
I have to say, it was one of my better weekends.
I will admit that I have a tendency to get blinded by great sex, Ali says I'm secretly a man, and a manly man at that. But I think that I might really like him y'all.
Stay tuned.
