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This is my first time seeing him since his top surgery. Well, you know, if you don’t count the thousand Snapchats. With my history of heavyweights, I haven’t been with very many flat-chested dudes, but he’s over the moon about the surgery’s success, and I’m excited to see him so excited. I offered—begged, cajoled him to let me—to come up to Chicago to help out during his recovery, but he insisted I’d done my time by his bedside. “You’re my boyfriend, not my home healthcare worker; I don’t want every time we hang out to be about some medical upheaval. I just wanna walk off that airplane and have you be like, ‘Damn!’”