No. Just kidding. I just like saying that. I should say, I'm in love with an elf. After all, it is Xmas.
Okay, loves a stretch, but I was moved tonight by the most interesting young man I’ve met in a long time. He's not an elf (though with the right outfit, he'd make an excellent one); he’s a student and intern with Out IN Jersey. We had dinner tonight with the editor, Toby Grace to celebrate the December issue which we’re particularly proud of. (Check out my expose, Can Newark Wash Their Blood Away – Playground Massacre sparks fear in community under siege).
Anyway, all I can say is, if I wasn’t twice his age I’d stalk him, then have my way repeatedly with him 'til he begged me to stop. Nuff said. Okay, not enough. We’re not just talking beauty here; he’s a young man with the tortured soul of a poet beneath a impish face which would’ve inspired Michelangelo to new heights in ceiling design. Truly. He read some of his poetry and I got misty. Poetry never does that to me. Scary.
And oh god, if he was a stripper I’d be a broke ass right about now. I know he likes me too (scarier), but I’d like to think its in a mentor kinda way. Actually, that’s the only way I can really deal with it right now. Because if we ever connected in ‘that’ way, I might lose what’s left of my damn mind.
Still, I can't stop thinking about it. Okay, gotta go beat off ... feverishly.