I'm not good at beginnings.
I'm worse at endings.
Selena Sullivan was not my first girlfriend, but she was the first girl I pursued. I decided I would write her. I was in second grade. It was a short note. It said: YOU ARE NICE. Mrs. Carnevali confiscated the note and moved my seat assignment elsewhere. This kind of heat was not encouraged.
I later chased a woman to New York in 2009. It ended much worse than my courtship of Selena. I took a job at a wine shop in Brooklyn. I was walking home after my shift one night and realized my bag was unusually heavy. I had only worked there a month but the manager had remembered my birthday. He had tucked a bottle of champagne away for me.
His name was Max. Max rules. He and I are opening a shop together. It's called Oakland Yard. You probably know that much already.
But there’s much more ahead. There is cause for excitement and celebration. A grand opening party, weekly wine and beer tastings, food trucks and food pairings... dogs and cats living together. All this and much more in the months to come. And you’ll always be the first to know. Thank you for signing up. You are nice. You are awesome.
Mrs. Carnevali is not going to stop this love.
It's going to be epic. Action and adventure. Big smiles, big love, birthdays and bad days turned around with bottles of bubbles.
This is just the beginning, and I’m not good at those. Its going to be too much fun to bother with an ending.
Let's do this.