No Nerve, Never

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alright. i admit it. i have a boyfriend.
i didnt want to call him that, and i didnt really want to talk about it, but it's happened.

i've abandoned nerve.com (and we didnt even meet on there!), but never fear. i still have my eye on the streets. the streets of dating that is.

ever since i made the move to a different type of island life, and landed in Puerto Rico, i've started wearing dresses and heels, painting my nails pink, and (GASP!!) straightening my hair on occasion.

i know, i know.

i'm still keeping it real though. which is why i didnt want to call him my boyfriend. i have, after all, a reputation to uphold.

but somehow, without my consent, this goddamn lawyer with an attitude and a killer sense of humor has managed to, goddamn it, dive through my chest and nestle himself safely in my sternum. this asshole stole my heart, and i didnt even see it coming. all these corporate douchebags are the same - thieves!!!

so now i confront a whole new set of problems, a new map of streets to navigate. because even though i've been in a few serious relationships, this time it's a completely different ball game. because not only is he Puerto Rican, and not only does my family love him, and not only is he honest and loving and not the least bit shady, but CARAJO the dude loves me. and that right there changes everything.

so come along with me while i try to not fuck this up while still being my usual crutched self - commitment-phobia included.

goddamn it, how could this have happened?

and the heels, shit, that we need to talk about later. my feet hurt.

posted by Cristina @ 3:00 PM