Sometimes your boyfriend is a guy you notice on the street because he’s wearing a vintage Perry Ellis slouch coat. Sometimes your boyfriend is your family’s chef. Sometimes your boyfriend is your girlfriend, and sometimes he’s a DJ your assistants hired to play at your book launch party a few weeks ago in NYC.
I’ve recently been glamoured by a man/boy named Justin Dean Thomas. If James Franco fucked Vince Vaughn in the 1800’s (when Vince Vaughn looked like Vince Vaughn) they would’ve had a baby named JDT. In addition to being a total babe, he’s in a band, he’s a writer, and he’s an actor on some HBO show. He’s also not a psycho.
Below you’ll find a little textversation we had a few nights ago. Email me if you want his #.
Me 11:47PM Justin
Me 11:50PM Justin
Me 11:51PM Justin
Justin 11:54PM Hey, who’s this?
Me 11:54PM Your girlfriend, I got a new number.
Justin 11:57PM I’m with my girlfriend right now.
Me 11:57PM Just kidding it’s Babe. Thanks for playing my party. I heard you kept it chic and real.
Justin 12:00AM Sure thing.
As you can see, he’s super nice and completely chill, which is so hard to find in NYC. Every man I know here thinks it’s really fun to not answer text messages, and is constantly on the brink of losing his shit.
Despite Justin having a GF, I decided to stalk him at a show he played over the weekend, which I never do. I’m shocked to admit that his band spoke to me on a metaphysical level. I ended up writhing on the floor and making a huge fucking scene. Too much Xanax, not enough room temperature water.