The Viking and I have been living together for two years as of yesterday.  I didn’t post yesterday because my site was dark for SOPA/PIPA protest reasons.  We moved in much earlier in our relationship than would probably be advised, but it’s been working.  Working quite well.

We lived for nearly a year in San Francisco and now for just over a year in Chicago.  It’s all been pretty damn nice.

I get worried sometimes that things will go shitty but the Viking told me to stop being fatalistic.  Of course he’s right.

So it’s been two years of happy times, two years of great sex, two years of fun outings (restaurants and museums and such).  And two years of gooshy love stuff to which I wouldn’t subject you readers.  Suffice it to say that we say things to each other that, if said by another couple, would make me nauseous.

I’m really happy and I hope the Viking and I continue to be happy together.

I swear.  True story.

Tags: Chicago, fantasy, SF love

Categories: True Story.

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