My boyfriend is a story teller (yeah, that's right...I said the B-word). He's maybe the best story teller I've ever met. He loves his friends, Winston Churchill, Coffee from Cafe Plaid, and sundresses.
In fact, the first time I met him, he talked about sundresses for a substantial amount of time. I was enthralled by the way he could take such a simple object (said sundress), and transform it into a garment that commands attention from the heavens themselves...can you picture it....clouds breaking to allow the sun beams to gently and brilliantly rest on unknown girl in sundress--whether she be brunette, or blonde, or crimson-haired...Nay! It doesn't matter--she becomes a sight to behold. The (now ethereal) sundress can make any woman a beacon of pure beauty and radiance in a darkened world (okay, maybe that's a little dramatic, but you get the point).
I'm not sure how he came to be such a good storyteller...other than he has good stories to tell. He's different from me, in that he's made some 'crazy' decisions in his day...and he's had some slightly (if not very) dangerous adventures...things I would never actually do... I mean, even now, he's living a very unconventional, dangerous life as a roughneck somewhere out in west Texas.
His life takes guts, and that can be intimidating.
But then again, my life takes guts too. And I've got 'em...I mean, for Heaven's sake...I SAID THE B-WORD. That's a big deal, y'all. He tells me that's his favorite thing about me.
"I like your guts," he tells me.
And, let me tell you...I like them too.
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In other news, my Year of Yesses Calendars have arrived. I only ordered 30 of them, na d I would say about half of them have sold already, so let me know if you want one, and I'll mail it out in time for the New Year!!! $15+tax each.