5 years ago today I flew to New York to meet a dude from the internet. I was worried he might not find me as attractive in person as the pictures he’d seen (that’s a normal fear, right?). Because I was an idiot 20 year old, I overcompensated with entirely too much makeup and probably resembled a clown prostitute. Are clown prostitutes a thing? They must be, right? Of all the weird fetishes out there, I imagine there must be a market for that sort of thing. But I digress. We ended up having an amazing weekend together and no one was murdered. I guess he was willing to look past the whole clown prostitute thing. And now, 5 years later, that dude is my husband. I could gush about him forever, but I’ll spare you. You didn’t ask for that when you logged into Tumblr today. You’re here for gifs and boobs, right? Carry on.