"Ok, my turn," Jimmy the Boy Toy says. "I'm going to tell you about my romance with a real celebrity."
Jimmy and I have been dating for about a month. He's the housemate of my older platonic friends, a student at the university, 21 years old, slim, sandy-haired, with the most perfect uncut Kielbasa I've ever seen.
I've just told him two celebrity dating stories, with me and Gregg Sulkin of The Wizards of Waverly Place (made up) and Nate Richert of Sabrina the Teenage Witch (real).
"But you're from Bismarck, North Dakota," I protest. "Where did you meet someone?"
"Yeah, I grew up in Bismarck. My parents are divorced. I was living with my Mom, but when Dad got a new job in California, I moved there with him. I only stuck around for a year -- I didn't like it. But I liked Dylan."
"Dylan who?" I ask.
Jimmy smiles. "Dylan O'Brien. Stiles on Teen Wolf."
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