Now that Gavin dumped Eurotrash, I imagine he’s currently working on the courage to ask me out (in addition to his tireless efforts on behalf of the hobos.) I’ll admit, though, I’m surprised it’s taking him so long. I mean, I make myself pretty available. And while I have complete confidence that perhaps I’m a little intimidating and unapproachable, what with my verbalized opinions and fluency in English, I’d imagine myself a welcome change of pace for Gavin.I am starting to doubt our obvious impending romance a little and perhaps, this lack of attention is giving me a complex. I had a very intense and realistic dream in which Gavin and I shared a wonderfully amorous and fun-loving secret road trip to Palm Springs and upon my return, no one would believe me. I spent the majority of this dream trying to convince my friends and namely, my mother, that the mayor and I were indeed officially bf/gf.
Perhaps my years of blogging about our imagined and forbidden love has given me a certain lack of credibility in this department, but I assure you, awake or not, you haven’t heard the last of us. I know that stupid Eurotrash Mama Celeste is probably calling him nonstop from her quarantine cell on Ellis Island, and Gavin is far too polite to brush her off and begin a public romance with yours truly. But as soon as she’s shipped back to the old country, it’s so on…
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How funny would it be if the ellusive Gavin were to stumble upon said blog? I would be mildly amused to hear about his reaction. Or, just maybe, we would hear the pitter patter of feet within a year...
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