My arm smells like Zoey. This is extremely weird because I’ve been at arms length with him all day. Okay well I hugged him in the morning but I wasn’t wearing this t-shirt then. I had on another t-shirt AND a NorthFace.. I took a shower afterwards. When I saw him an hour ago, we didn’t hug or anything. Why do I still smell like him? Not complaining though. He smells yummy. I might want to bite my arm off tonight.. Or maybe I’ll just go see him when he comes back home xD

Alright kids. Here’s what’s going on:

I’ve moved in to my own apartment. It’s an hour away from home, but I still visit at least once in two weeks. My roommate (flatmate?) and I are getting along just fine, minus the whole fact that I don’t get to see my boyfriend alone for too long.

Boyfriend? His name’s Zoey (not really.. It’s just a variation of his middle name). He’s a couple of months older than me. He’s in med school (so a doctor, yup). He’s neither Indian nor Pakistani. He is Muslim though.. We’ve known each other for three months now but we only officially started going out last week (that’s when he asked me out). He was born and raised here, but he has never had a girlfriend before. He is an athlete (mmm!). Girls, he has a six-pack (I promise. I’ll take a picture of him soon)! Because of him, I’ve started to work out regularly too.

He has a foot-fetish. It’s hilarious! He gives a mean back massage. He’s ticklish, but he won’t let me tell anyone because that means showing weakness and that’s for pussies. Oh, and he secretly watches Spongebob. Adorable! Did I mention his killer rock hard abs? Yummyyyyyyyy!

That’s all folks. Girls, I’ll put up pictures of us soon

How do you know it’s love?

Abso-fucking-lutely amazing! I met this guy (in Lahore) who works for UsWeekly! UsWeekly! I read that magazine on a regular basis (at the gym of course!)..

He, dear friends, is McGorgeous.. because seriously, he. is. gorgeous! Think Matthew McConaughey’s torso, Tom Brady’s legs, and Eric Dane’s face. Yummy! Yes girls (and guys) I saw the man shirtless.. and well, pantsless. I guess this is where I tell you that we met at a mutual friend’s pool party.

Pool party in La-whore. Yessiree!

Here’s what happened:

Friend (the host): Kurri, I want you to meet someone. He doesn’t know anyone here, and with you being American and all, I figured you could give him some company.
Me: (expecting some boring nerd): Uh yeah sure..

Five minutes later, this yummy hunk approaches me and asks if I’m Kurri.

McGorgeous: Kurri?
Me: Yeah, and you must be McGorgeous.
McGorgeous: MmHmm..

So after the intros, how-are-yous and we-didn’t-know-Pakistan-had-advanced-to-the-bikini-stage talks, we got into the what-do-you-dos.

Me: Sooooo what do you do?
McGorgeous: Umm I write.
Me: Cool! For?
McGorgeous: Just this magazine..
Me: Okay seriously.. Please?
McGorgeous: Okay, promise you won’t laugh!
Me: You wish! .. but okay, I’ll try.
McGorgeous: Fine, I write for UsWeekly.

He’s sooooooooooo funny! I’m pretty sure I snorted twice. Of course that wasn’t at all ladylike. If mother knew, she would have never let me live it down. God! The bastard has dined with P. Dempsey (or at least that’s what he told me.. BEFORE I told him about my obsession with Grey’s)!

The same girl had a second pool party today with her family and close girlfriends. God how I missed McGorgeous. I wish we had exchanged numbers

My ex and my mother went out for dinner last night.

How.. cute? :/