Ten-and-a-half months ago, I woke up hungover from what I hope will be my last New Year’s Eve alone. Not because I have a problem with being alone or even being alone for New Year’s Eve, but because on January 1st, 2005, I was lucky enough to meet someone so wonderful and so brilliant and so perfect (for me), the only hope I have left is that I’ll die before he does because the idea of a life without him breaks my heart.

I use the word “meet” loosely. I emailed The BF via The Onion personals; he answered via Salon’s personals. I, you see, am a dork and a hussy. The BF, on the other hand, is a geek and a gentleman—far, far too polite to turn a lady (or even me) down flat.

Sometimes we joke-wonder about why we didn’t meet each other 10 years ago. And whatever the reason, the truth is I wasn’t ready for the likes of him—so gentle, so true, so tolerant and supportive. Do you need something? Do you need it now? Or worse, the Hollywood version of ‘now’, which is yesterday? The BF’s got your back. I have learned to be careful what I wish for out loud around him, lest it show up on my doorstep, metaphorically or literally.

And of course it goes without saying he’s in the 99th percentile when it comes to brains, sense of humor and sheer sex appeal.

Let me tell you this: I don’t generally go in for corny sentiment. I’m generally a guy’s gal—the kind of tough, hard-talkin’ dame that makes John Wayne look like Jake Gyllenhal. But when my friend, Vic, inquired as to details of this fine romance, I replied without hesitation: The BF is the answer to a prayer I didn’t know I’d been praying.

A-fucking-men.

xxx
c

TOPICS: Daily Cosmic Shoutout, FOCs, online dating, The BF.

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