"Rouge . . . I can resist your charm no longer."

Ms. K reminded me, after reading my previous blog entry, that my stimulus money really should be going towards our moving fund. Yes, honey. That's what I had in mind when I said savings. It's nice to know that while I can't fund my money into bolstering a foreign economy let alone my own, I can fund my debaucherous and ungodly lesbian lifestyle. Thanks, George Bush.

But part of me starting fantasizing all the silly, unpractical things I could buy with that money. A case of my favorite bourbon? Summer clothes? A fancy hair cut? A dinner at one of my favorite restaurants? Sex toys? A trip to Amsterdam? Weed?

A girl can dream.

Anyway, a couple of days ago I was poking around my email folders when I found some of the original messages that Ms. K and I exchanged. Her very first words to me on July 7, 2007 were:

"Rouge, as much as I hate to be the girl who emails anonymous bloggers, I can resist your charm no longer. I stumbled across your blog as a result of clicking every hyperlink I was led to today in an effort to put off doing any actual work."

I thought back to all our nervous early email exchanges and our burgeoning courtship through one drunken date after another. Hard to believe that it's almost been a year. Recently Ms. K made an offhand comment that she never wants to leave the city. Although not a new sentiment, this made me smile remembering all the first dates I went on previous to Ms. K and how so many of them had already planned their next move out of the city.

Now I'm thinking such serious things like using my tax stimulus to get an apartment with my girlfriend. I've come a long way since the days of OFAG. And Ms. K has come a long way from her former apartment on the Upper East Side, defecting all the way to The Brooklyn. So much change; change for the good. It might take a lot of hard work, but she and I will get our own place together sometime this summer, continuing something that started from one innocent email exchange.