Okay. So he might be my pretend boyfriend. And I might have switched pretend boyfriends half way through the evening. Damn. I’m so fickle.
Boyfriend No. 1
Boyfriend No. 2
Ladies, you understand my dilemma.
So my Sunday night? Me + boyfriends (1 and 2, respectively) + cold beer + delicious dinner + NFL Fantasy Football research = Damn. Good. Night.
Monday? Do your worst!