It's ok. It really is. It'll all work out. If you need a shoulder to cry on, someone to dry your tears, a new pair of supple male lips to lock with, or if a naked romp would get your mind off of things, you know where to find me. It's snowing here, so we can keep each other warm.
Just remember. I'll make out with you whenever you want, and George Clooney can just wait in line. Or if he can join in, if you want.
I wouldn't mind.
