40

I wasn’t a dog person before I met you. I made fun of dog people. Now I run across the street to hug your dog and call her “my sweet baby girl!” What have you done to me?

38

I am writing a story about your pussy. A few of them. A collection. Novels, I’m pretty sure, will follow. I think I just write about your pussy now. It’s so good. I can’t think about anything else.

36

Remember when we were like, “We should do an art project called Blood Oath Daily where we take turns writing funny / pretty / meditative / horny things about life and each other. That would be rad”? And then I bought the domain and we launched it on the equinox and haven’t missed a day since? I feel like everything we do is going to be this way: a funny / pretty / meditative / horny idea, and then an insane level of follow through resulting in something that is magically, unmistakably a manifestation of the collective “us.”

34

Glow™ Report: Momo is a no go. We will not-try* again.

*secretly kind of try

32

When you notice me looking at your ass, you turn away from me and lean over slightly and say, “What?” and I say, “Oh my God you’re killing me,” and you say, “What… this?” and I say, “Seriously, I’m dying,” and you say, “What… I’m so confused,” and you lean over to pick some imaginary object off the ground and then I die.

30

For real though… I’m totally, completely, madly, batshit crazy in love with you [heart eyes emoji][upside down face emoji][lying on the floor incapacitated by how much you’ve made my heart like a giant red balloon engorged with blood and feelings emoji].

28

Saw Adam Driver in a play, then went back to our hotel and broke another seal. The big one. Now we have a new joke: pointing at your belly and calling what might be inside Momo. As in “Momo will be a genius. She’ll have great hair. One day we’ll tell her about the night we saw Adam Driver.” We keep telling the joke and laughing, but maybe it isn’t totally a joke and maybe we don’t entirely want it to be.

26

Last night you cooked me a steak dinner, then fucked me better than I’ve ever been fucked. This morning, you said I looked like Poseidon. I’m not saying you’re a benevolent witch slowly transforming me into a Norse god, but I’m not not saying it either.

24

On our second date, you asked me if I had any kinks. I said I didn’t think so, but I wasn’t sure. A month later, I’ve got a full-blown Daddy complex with a rapidly developing breeding fantasy.

22

I asked, “Do you want to get married someday?”

You thought I said “Sunday.”

We saw a coyote, then a deer. Pretty sure you’re my wife now.