It's Called Love

I wanna write about this, but I'm not sure how to exactly. It seems to touch on the sacred and the profane, the sacrum and the patella, the salacious and propitious.

Here's the simple version. A sexy guy writes a sexy blog about a million other sexy strangers. It's a great blog. You gotta like it.

But then ...

It happens ...

He finds a real live girl, that he really likes. And what's he do? Well, it's a simple story -- but it's the best story there is.

It's not wild. It's not weird. It's not sex super-sized. It's simple.

He falls in love.

And boy is that HOT!

And he is going to meet her -- he's only met her on the phone and email so far.

And we're REALLY turned on by THAT story.

And we wish him the best. And we wish her the best. And we're really okay if it doesn't happen. We want them to know it might be that Magic Moment. Or it might be Just One of Those Things.

But we love it. It's called love.