Clash of the Titans...

Ok, to all my avid readers there is one piece of very valuable information about my dating life that I have not shared with you yet. This is a tremendous burden to carry around as it was a freak accident of sorts. Actually it's just plain bad luck on my part. Big and Superman have had relations. Now that it's out there let me fill you in.

Apparently they were introduced through a mutual friend all of us knew. This was while I was ill with mono and was almost quite literally dead to the world, so I did not meet SM until years later and my life would likely be very different now. My meeting with SM is a whole other story. May I stop for a second and say six degrees to Bradley James? Anyway they hung out with a few of my college buddies and had a few drinks or twelve together. Turns out they had some relations until his friend (now Twinkie roommate) separated them. Who knew that Twinkie's love for my boyfriend had actually helped me in some sick twisted way? This is all starting to sound less like real life and more like a Jane Austen book on mesculine. Which brings me to my point of writing this blog.

A few hours ago I found out that Big emailed SM a how-are-things-going message. There is not enough booze in Scotland to get me through tonight. After a few very long texts I've found out that I was blowing the message out of proportion. Big is a longtime reader of my blog and I'm sure will get a great kick out of this. Us laughing at my expense is a relativly frequent occurance.

Now That I've downed those few beers while chain smoking cigs off the previously lit ones I'm going to take a hot shower. Well Now I'll be sure to tell the story of how I met SM, and no, Allyson Hannigan will not be making an appearance. Keep reading and I'll keep posting. Ciao.

Bradley James