A Year in a Good Place

So the boy and I celebrated our one year anniversary on April 1st and I'm still wondering if it's all some ridiculously wonderful conspiracy.

We went back to the cafe where we "officially" met to play pool and fill our bellies. This time there was no crazy man. I miss him; perhaps he is no longer meant to be part of the conspiracy.

In honour of our "love", if I may be so sickeningly sweet, I toured the Dutch Mill Flower Shop with Mr. Mike Morris to select an appropriate "man-flower". I eventually found a perfect specimen: it was pink and green with an oh-so-phallic yellow stamen. The lady who owns the shop insisted that pink was usually not something a man would appreciate. I tried to explain, without much sucess, that good-news-for-people-who-like-bad-news pink and green would be well-recieved. She just cocked her eyebrow, unconvinced and took my money.

Scorn and abuse.
That's what you get for having relationship colours.