For the last 14 months I've come to know the most amazing man. He's considerate and compassionate. He honestly doesn't give much thought to his own needs, and that's probably why everyone who knows him loves him. Long story really, really short: I've been sleeping with him for the last 4 nights.
That's right. I got a genuine Edward Cullen fleece blanket to snuggle up with every night (or any time of day I choose really). I think that the best part of this gift is that it did not come from my family or friends, but was given to me by one of my students (he just shot way up there on the list of favorites, totally kidding). I've had numerous conversations with his mom about the entire Twiligt saga and she knows I'm a fan. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a freak fan, but I have entertained a thought or two about what an amazing relationship that Edward and I could have (if only vampires were real)...
I guess that would take us back to the title. How sad am I, that my lovelife is centered around a fleece blanket?
Eh, oh well. :)