He is my very favorite new Hunk.

He lives in Minneapolis in a basement

filled with pennies, formerly inhabited

by an alphabetician. When we met

he jumped on me on the couch

and we spilled a red drink on

some grouchy lady's journal and then

ran. Who says chivalry's dead?

The rest of the evening is kind of a blur

but was crazy fun none-the-less.

And if you're the angry chick with a

bunch of soggy drink-stained poems,

don't blame me....