Today as I woke and began to walk around my apartment. I caught a reflection of myself in the mirror. I took the image in and was astonished with what I saw. I knew then that I loved me. Not a love one has for progress of a diet, or a realization that they are a beautiful person just as they are. But the kind of love one can only have for internet porn, puppy .gifs, and Arabic sunsets. So in my adventurers today I never forgot what was truly important. That I had one supreme task today. To buy that beautiful perfect man a gift, to show him my love and respect. In a way saying, “Hey mister. I like your face… Stay classy pony boy.”
Just look at him with his gift. He really is a sweet man once you get to know him.
<edit> First person to smoke with me, him, and his gift. gets it name it.