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He is a real dude, with real body parts who lives in a real house and everything. It’s true.

When I went, I was kind of assuming that it would be magical. My point of reference was the first time I visited my ex-girlfriend. It was exciting. We had only knew each other a few months. We went to a science museum. Everything was new. When I got there, I didn’t really feel that with Brer, and I wasted a lot of time wondering why. It took me about a day to figure it out.

I’ve known Brer for like 6 years. This isn’t a “honeymoon” period for us, like it was at the beginning of my relationship with Natalie. Of course it isn’t mind-blowing to spend time with him. I’ve been talking to him forever!

Once I figured that out, and stopped worrying, I let myself have a good time. A very good time. It consisted mostly of sitting around, playing video games, watching movies, and so on and, frankly, that’s exactly what I wanted. I got to spent quality time with him. We played a ton of You Don’t Know Jack. I showed him L.A. Noire. We played EDF: Insect Armageddon, which he liked, much to my surprise, since he hates the idea of playing a shooter on a console. He cooked me crazy meals. I ate a salad for dinner. We looked across a river to Canada. We snuggled up on a couch. It was very mundane. There was nothing wrong with that at all.

If I had any doubts about how much it meant to me, the last night, his birthday, when I realized I should start packing up my stuff, I started crying. It happened a few more times. Brer’s been such a big part of my life, and him being there in person… it was right. It was how it should be. He still annoys me in a lot of ways, as I’m sure I annoy him, and he’s far from perfect. But he’s mine. I didn’t want to leave him. We both pulled out of his driveway on that last day (he was going to run an errand as I drove off) and as we turned separate ways I started sobbing. It’d be months until I saw him in person again. Totally not fair.

Were there fireworks? Nah. We’re past fireworks. But I don’t think that’s a bad thing at all. I’m comfortable. He’s mine. I love him, every part of him. I am going to steal him away and keep him. Come on, love. Come to me. I’ll be here, typing on my stupid blog and playing my video games and waiting for you, okay? Get the important stuff done, and then let’s go. Let’s start our lives together. Okay?