That awkward moment when you tag some guy ‘husband material’ and then run into him in a bar.

This.Fucking.Guy.

Can we please talk about this?

Justin and I desperately needed some bonding time. I’ve been away, and before that, he was busy with the whole Fashion Week thing, so we basically hadn’t hung out in forever. It’s a holiday weekend and that means things were going on this Sunday that we needed to attend.

You don’t need the specifics, because I don’t know y’all like that.

We had a few Catching Up Drinks and then proceeded to our final destination. Thirty minutes later, I see this blonde god with a leather cap on and I’m like “where have I seen that guy?” He and his friend stood fairly close and we made eye contact for a second. That’s when I noticed his septum piercing and I remembered reblogging him from koalainchicago (hey boo!). I whispered my realization to Justin, but the guy noticed and came over to me.

“I feel like you just said something about me to your friend because you whispered and looked and then looked away.”

And that was the beginning of a beautiful relationship. And by ‘beautiful relationship’ clearly I mean ‘couple of hours of drunken conversation in a bar.’ He told me his name, gave me his number, and told me to text him. I guess I will, but I don’t really expect him to text back because that’s just how the City is and people just say things in bars. And he doesn’t even live in this country. Still, he did tell me some pretty awesome things about himself that I didn’t believe, and they turned out to be true when I googled him. If we hang out and gallop into the sunset for our Happily Ever After, I’ll invite you guys to the wedding.

But I cannot express to you how attractive this man is in real life. I was just telling Justin earlier how obnoxious NYC is and how I’m totally over it right now, and then this shit happens that would ONLY happen in New York. I mean, he picked me up—ONE HANDED—by the crotch. You know how when winter comes I always complain about not having a boyfriend? That’s probably not going to happen this year because I can just exist on the memory of this man touching me and laughing at my jokes.