Remember that one time I mentioned my Music Man husband, and how I use nicknames just to keep my friends and family off the blogosphere.
This is why. I’m married to John Mayer.
That third person,
he’s just a fan ok he’s, my real husband. Truth is, John professed his undying love for me this past Tuesday but I straight up told him, “John. You’re extremely talented, and super rich, but I’m married. We just can’t do this. I’m committed. I’m in love
with you with my husband. I’m happily married to my own Music Man. Besides, this whole Bob Dylan-Montana Cowboy- haven’t-taken-a-shower-in-a-few-days-homeless- look isn’t my thing. I like the Star Wars nerds.”
So. Yeah. John Mayer isn’t my husband, but I did get to go to a listening party in Chicago Tuesday night and meet him. He’s real in the pic. Not wax. And he’s nice.
The party itself was for veteran’s and their +1. Jon is
a big supporter of military veterans, and it was actually a really neat night. It’s nice to know that some celebrities actually care about something.
