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May 25, 2013
I suppose there are worse things in the world than having a very handsome man who, while he's in London, sends you texts asking if you like weekend jaunts outside the city or if you mind being whisked off to his condo in the mountains. Let's just hope this one (1) doesn't do pull-ups with a mouthful of Listerine; (2) doesn't believe in debarking dogs; (3) actually likes to leave the house once a decade; and (4) looks, through his underwear, like he has something between his legs more substantial than a desiccated Vienna sausage. I have my priorities, y'know.