There are not very many men in my life that I put on a pedestal. Chris, my former (land)lord is one of them. He’s humble to the point of correcting me when I call him my landlord, so I just call him my lord. It feels more appropriate.

When you go out to dinner with him, he follows rules that people learn in cotillion. He buys art like a fancy art collector who attends Art Basel to buy does and asks me to come over to help him hang, which makes me feel fancy. I documented his first trip to Trader Joe’s—he’s more of a Whole Foods guy—and worked with my dear friend who used to come down to Miami and live in my guest room every January and is, more importantly, an on air host and reporter for ESPN edit the video of Chris perusing Trader Joes and mocking at my TD favs (love you regardless of your taste in my favs, Christopher) I would post the video if I knew Chris would love it, but I won’t because I know it would embarrass him.

This photo, he didn’t love because of the house socks and shoes with his khaki shorts. He’s more of a tailored top, pleated pants, custom shoes type of man, so take my words and the adorable back garden gnomes as proof. Ladies and Gentlemen, meet…my lord, Christ. I mean…Chris. :)

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