pop! goes my heart

I just returned from my valentine's date with Hugh. I tell you, he never disappoints.* He's the best date. Consistently funny, charming, sexy as hell, looks good (nearly) naked, and quite the dancer. He's so great, I'm not at all jealous about our polyamorous relationship. I know he cares about my amusement. ("You amuse me and I think I amuse you.") Sometimes we roleplay--he's the cad and calls me a "dirty bitch," and of course I love it. He threatens to break up with me every so often, but I know he doesn't have the heart.


* Well, except for maybe American Dreamz since I couldn't even watch that one.