I [heart] Bruce

My boyfriend wants to be in a blog. He wants me to write about him so badly, in fact, that he has mentioned it on multiple occasions. So here it is everyone—all eight of you—the story of me and Bruce.

We met back in October of last year. I was wearing a hat and he asked if my hair was real. That's how he got my attention—by asking me if I was wearing a wig. I know what you're thinking and you are right: he did read "The Game." We started formally dating in February; now I wear his high school class ring so everyone knows I am going steady with someone, but that doesn't stop them from hitting on me, especially in the workplace.

For our first Valentine's Day together, he took me to Hooters in midtown Manhattan and bought me chicken wings and a grilled cheese sandwich. Oh, and cheese sticks, but that was more for his best friend who came with us.

On Easter I went home with him to meet his mom and his aunt. We drank mimosas and had ourselves a lovely time, even though she likes to call me Sascha. (My name is really Sara...I don't know who Sascha is.) Bruce and I even have a song: "Apologize" by OneRepublic, but the remix version because Timbaland really knows how to add that extra something. I like to think of it as "adding the black." Anyway, here is a picture from Easter. That's Bruce on the right and his mom in the middle. His aunt is the one puking. She had one too many mimosas.