So the The Last Slice of our wedding cake actually tasted pretty damned good after spending a year in the shadows of our freezer. S didn’t actually have any of it, and I absolutely demolished it after I had a hearty amount of champagne in my system. Maybe he would have had some if I asked again – I think you all are learning that I’m a little impatient – but my drunken-not-wanting-to-cook-anything self said “quit picking at this cake and just finish it. ” The gluten-free, red velvet materpiece was still so soft, moist, and melted in my mouth. I could feel a most devious look forming on my face as I took the last bite, and memories from the day it was given to us played in my memory. I’m not even sure S was looking to eat any of that last slice of cake. It’s been almost a month, and he hasn’t said anything about the thawed dessert’s absence. Oh well! It was delicious.
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Miller was born and raised in Anchorage, Alaska, and graduated from Indiana University Bloomington with a BA in Music Business. Gays in the Life was a blog meant to highlight the similarities and differences between gay and heterosexual relationships, and still does on occasion, but has morphed into a greater lifestyle and relationship blog. From Pinterest projects and decor to facing hard truths in career and love, this blog is inspired by Miller's personal experience with life and everything in between. Topics outside of the relationship category on Gays in the Life include low-carb health, fitness, and wellness. Miller currently resides in Indianapolis with his husband and their dog, Reynold. View all posts by Jamal