It’s been a month since Conor has started living with us. That man is like a breath of fresh air with a little bit of an edge. I think I’ve never laughed this much in my whole life. I don’t know how he’s so quick with his jokes and come backs, but I guess it comes easy for him.
Maybe it’s because he’s Irish, but he’s funny as hell.
I’ve learned a lot about him, including the fact that he was a stripper at that scary rundown strip club that was connected to that alley way where he was stabbed. He made most of his cash dancing for bachelorette parties, even though he was very much gay.
That man is so crazy, but I love him already.
I plopped on the floor of the gym, out of breath from running on the treadmill so long.
“Tired already doll?” Conor teased as he put his weights down and
