I met my husband 29 June 2017. Halfway through our first date, breakfast at a French cafe’ on east 44th street in midtown Manhattan, he leaned across the table while I blushed crossing and uncrossing my legs (both of us dressed to the New York City nines, suits and frocks at 7am) and he stated, quite plainly in a husky, cigar-smoking Spanish accent that I drank like a green smoothie…
“I’m not thinkin bout tomorrow… cause I feel so good right where I am. And if you love to follow…” Allen Stone.
Allen Stone recently married his sexy Australian wife and I couldn’t be more overjoyed to be aware of such a divine union.
Love is completely underrated, even in this clever age we’re experiencing.
I love my husband so much. Being married three times at 39 was legitimately some mother fucking shit and I feel my book effortlessly reflects that.
Honesty matters. The best Writers are honest. It’s too easy to see through otherwise.
In addition to being married so many times, I also break records for getting married fast. So while I’ve now been married around 16 months… I’ve known my husband for about 17.5.
I smiled typing that…
It takes nut to marry someone after six weeks. It takes what you couldn’t understand to stay together. I married one husband at ten weeks, one at eight… and my favorite at six.
Once I get to Western Australia and slow down, I won’t even know myself. My husband, who is military – which I haven’t mentioned before – is preparing everything to take care of me. I have a shitload of books to finish once I’m on the coast of the Indian Ocean.
“Some things are hard to swallow, life can leave a bitter taste. It’s nothing that your sweetness, baby, can’t replace.”
FollowMeToNYC is a creative processing ground which expresses individual ideas that often change with the tides. Naturally, these ideas do not reflect those of any of my employers, or anyone else you might see me wandering down the street with one day.