Tonight I'm going to a concert starring one of my main men. You may be thinking, "I had no idea Christopher sings in public! And at the Grand Ole Opry no less!" That's because he doesn't.
I mean my other main man.
Granted, our relationship is very one-sided at this point (do you think I'd be posing WITH A BENCH if I really knew him?), but it's only a matter of time before he realizes we're BFF's. I'm always available to be a backup singer/babysitter if he needs it.
This is how Christopher looked when I told him that if Josh looks at me and starts singing, "If I gave you my hand would you take it?" I'll have no option but to answer in the affirmative.
I don't know what Christopher is all up in arms about. It's not like he wasn't the one who suggested I wear my cowboy boot earrings to the concert. And is driving me. And paid for the ticket. And the one I'm going home with.
I don't think he has much to worry about.