Please forgive me…

For not previously appreciating your boyfriend’s burgeoning talents in the Dept. of Air Guitar. My bad.

Air Guitar World Champion

(to get up to speed on this nascent artform watch the riveting documentary – which runneth over with boyfriendths – Air Guitar Nation)

Ding Ding Dong! (tra la la)

I thought I could just do a quick TYB and dash with Günther, the self-described Swedish Pleasureman, but really what was I thinking?! As. IF.

It's really big of you to let your boyfriend share his GORGEOUS shorn bod (TM sex machine 'stache notwithstanding) with the whole interweb. Really big.

I mean, wow, you must be the most confident secure woman ever not get jealous of his (possibly NSFW) antics.

But I get it. I do. I mean, that song he wrote for your wedding about how he’s “your pussy pussycat” or “your tiger, if you want me like that”? Meow. (I guess the “come taste my milk” part of the lyrics later on kinda wrecked the metaphor and sent it in a porny ESL direction but… hey, A+ for effort)

Oh, and that Valentine’s day video he posted for you? I mean, you’re SO lucky to have a boyfriend that ascribes to the four governing principles of “Champagne, Glamour, Sex and Respect!” that ardently.