By Christopher Munroe
In the morning, when I awaken, I’m not terribly bright. But I’m incredibly affectionate.
Which is, in a way, a shame.
Because I don’t dry all the way off after I shower, and my Movember ‘stache hasn’t, to date, been crowd pleasing. So I stagger from the bathroom, throw moist arms around my girlfriend, and nuzzle my bristly face into her neck.
I’m basically the worst thing in the world. Seriously, there’s nothing good about me in the morning.
Still, we make it work.
She loves me, after all.
Or, at least, she can’t afford the rent on her own…