Again, I’ve been indisposed. Taylor and I ran the light board for “The Taffetas” because I didn’t get cast at all, despite my constant training leading up to the auditions, and Taylor got in but his schedule didn’t gel with the rehearsal schedule. It was…
The guy in those two pictures? That’s my boyfriend, Taylor. The first one is just him in his car, holding the huge yarn ball that’s slowly becoming his brand new, handmade scarf. The second picture is the two of us together in a play called The Absence of a Cello. I’m posting this entirely so that I can brag.
Taylor can write and act and sing. He’s got very eclectic taste in everything. He’s sweet and charming. He treats me with chivalry, never letting me open a door or pull out my own chair in a restaurant. His kisses give me butterflies and his voice melts my heart. The cutest thing I’ve ever seen was when he was playing air guitar and dancing whilst singing “My Sherona” during karaoke night at this bar we went to with the rest of the Cello cast. Most girls complain about how they can’t get their guy to dress up? I can’t make Taylor not dress up. Being with him brings a completely different feeling than any other relationship I’ve ever had.
And if he ever finds this post, I’ll never live it down.