You’ll be happy to know I’ve been using my Powers of Sneakiness for good.
Instead of snooping through his computer or his phone or his desk (seriously, how many business cards from females does he really need? MY GOD I don’t even want to imagine his dating life before me), I’ve been snooping on the internet for his friends’ email addresses. (Note to the internet: I fucking love you so much. Love, Clink.)
I’ve compiled a comprehensive list of his nearest and dearest and am in the process of constructing a witty - but not too witty lest I seem as though I’m trying too hard - email about a surprise dinner I’m throwing M in honor of his book release next month. I’m hoping to lure him to our favorite restaurant under the guise of a craving for gnocchi, only to have him surprised to find a table of his friends from far and wide already there, ready to celebrate his official rockstar author-ness.
I’m so proud of him, I truly truly am. I was there at the conception of the book – the exact moment; he claims it was in fact my idea originally – and to see it come to fruition in the form of a hardback to be sold at bookstores nationwide…it just takes my breath away. I never knew I could be so happy about someone else’s successes (I’ve always been somewhat of a selfish bitch, if you must know) until I fell madly, deeply in love.
There’s a new development, on the book front. Another proposal, another advance, something larger than the large sum he’s already received. It could push us into a whole other stratosphere in terms of the type of apartment and wedding (he said it, not me!) we can afford. It’s so deserved, because he rocks at what he does and what he covers, and I just can’t stop smiling from ear to ear whenever I think about it.
We’re at a good place right now. Just in general, in life.
I can hardly wait for April, can hardly wait to pull one over on him and toast him, with the help of some of the closest people in his life. That boy deserves to be toasted, that’s for damn sure, and I’m going to be the first one to raise my glass.
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