May 30, 2007

• I went to bed knowing I’d let you all see my unattractive side.  I just made it protected.  When I told him about the blogging I said I had a group of friends here and that I told them everything, like I was writing in my diary. 

  When Sam kept trying to kiss me each time I figured he just wasn’t hearing me so I was very clear about how I didn’t feel about him.  What I discovered was that he was hearing it but he was forgetting it.  He forgets everything.  I hear the same stories over and over.  I used to tell him he’d already told me but I’ve found that he still wants to tell it, even when I indicate it’s old news.  So when I say he’s strange that’s what I’m talking about.  Mostly. 

  But the reason I love him is that he has what one friend once called “no moral compass.”  He goes to church every Sunday and is a member of their adult Sunday school, bible study, and every damn committee they come up with but he has his own set of principles.  Like he believes in same-sex marriage and that a woman should have the right to choose.  He’s always helping someone move or build a bookshelf.  He’s the best dad I’ve ever met.  But what I really love about him is his lust for learning.  He reads EVERYTHING.  Unlike me, he’s pretty political.  I’ll call him and he won’t want to talk because there’s some show on about the war.  The best thing, though, is his sense of humor.  He’s droll.  But when he tells a funny joke he laughs and laughs.  Then he wants to tell it again like he’s a little kid.  I don’t know what the deal with his brain is but he’s plenty strange.  But then so am I.

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