andrew mabe

this is my new friend andrew. don't call him mabe. just don't. trust me.

i met him about 2 weeks ago and i'm seeing now he is an answer to a prayer i shouted to god while driving in my car.

i asked for a friend, a male friend, who is true. that is kind. of course intelligent and talented also so that i could see they all CAN go together.

and here he is. we can cuddle, we can talk about poo & farts. and about breast milk. his mom made his chocolate.

he opens the door for me and escorts me places. not all the time. just when he feels like it.

his fashion sense is impecable and his taste in music is refreshing. he knows his stuff and he doesn't care. he wants to know about me. and you. and that girl behind the counter making our drinks.

he likes chopsticks and he dreams of an asian, artistic woman with a brittish accent. his friends when he was growing up were god, music and himself.

now i'm the lucky one.