How is it you can know things about someone without having met them? I mean, it isn’t really knowing, per se. Maybe it’s assuming or presuming or supposing? I’m sure my English professor could have told me exactly which one it is. Or was. Or would have been?
So, there’s this guy. I’ve never met him. He’s Matt’s friend. His name is Roy. There are reasons I’ve never met him. The circumstances in which he and Matt met were challenging for me. And their friendship has brought out the worst of my insecurities.
But here’s what (I think) I know. I think he’s strong! Like way strong. And really likeable, Matt tells me. And, as you can see from the strategically placed photograph for this post, he’s hot in that hawt qweer boi way. So you should read his blog. He has a reason to write.
I hope he’s okey with me using his image and name and stuff.
WOW…I was amazed/shocked/thrilled…when I saw your post today. I was taken aback by it really. I had no idea that you thought I would have something to say, or that I was strong. I take those as HUGE compliments coming from someone as smart as you. And you know, we should meet one of these days….. *roy
*insert gay porn music here*
haha… Hi Roy. I’m Layne, Justen’s best friend from home. Hurt him and die.