J's

I was out dancing The Charleston on a tabletop again last night with Joshua and the thought came to me about my apparent obssession with boys with a J in the first name. There is Jason with the blue eyes who pretends to be straight with everyone but me, that blonde bombshell, Jacob who lived in my rafters one year of supreme lunacy, Justin who is so thin that I can twirl him like a baton, and Johnny, the boy of the moment. And, of course, the most endearing J in the world, Jesse of Jesse's Reality Show. We talk every now and then about his return to Miami in late fall. He doesn't know it yet, but I'm going to marry him when he walks off that plane.