That’s right, I said it. Italian pants dropping.
1) I Think I’m in an Exclusive Relationship? As per my usual style, my life is being governed by the internet and technology. The dude that I was making out with last Saturday night casually announced via instant messenger on my iPhone this morning that he’s not interested in other girls, which obviously spun into the “soooo we’re doing this exclusively?” talk.Â I don’t have the mental bandwidth to date multiple people at the same time anyway, so I suppose it was exclusive all along on my end. What the dude probably didnt expect was my response of, “I can make you my only hetero male, but I simply cannot and will not give up my gays.” He obliged. I see this moving in a very positive direction, so long as he doesn’t propose via WhatsApp messenger as well.
2) I Have the Italian Pants Dropper. My friend Sean sent me a bottle of Tuaca, a speciality alkie that is fabled to be the magical pants dropper of Italy. True or not, I don’t know, but I’m going to drink some and report back on the status of my pants.
3) I’m Going Back to Meh-Hee-Coh. I was in Mexico in September for some general escapage from the wildness and stress of New York Fashion Week, and now I’m going back in about 2 weeks for some post-Chanukkah activities. LIKE.