That was the oh-so-sweet subject line of my friend Mitchell's email. Mitchell is my faux-beau; I, his fruit fly. We met in San Francisco, were roommates in our early New York years, and have done more than our fair share of cocktails, movies and dance floors; laughing, sharing and crying; bitching, wishing and consoling. We are madly, deeply, truly in love. So I was touched by his thoughtful email. Until I saw its contents:
Aww, thanks sweetie.