I met my sister's boyfriend today
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xiphiasMy little baby sister (who is 23) has been dating this guy Kent for a while now. I've heard some about him, but, since she lives in Florida, I'd never met him. My parents met him a couple months ago, and liked him, but tonight was the first time I'd met him. I'd been a little worried, because he's significantly older than she is -- he has a daughter in high school. But now I've met him.
I approve. Not that my approval or disapproval would, or should, have any bearing on my sister's actions, but I like Kent.
So, yeah. My sister found a ballet dancer redneck geek cowboy Special Forces bouncer optometrist who's got a master's degree in theology, and is working on his doctorate. He's cute, too. And he cooks. And is a comics geek.
So, there was this guy. And he was a smart, geeky ballet dancer growing up on a ranch in a redneck town. And his father sent him off to the Army because, hell, he was a ballet dancer, and a geek, so he needed to do something MANLY. And this guy was one of those people who believed in doing whatever he did well, so he ended up excelling in the army, and going Special Forces. And he had one of those miraculous escapes from death that happen sometimes when you're in a combat situation (he was walking point, and set off a Bouncing Betty. It exploded in front of him, and threw shrapnel into a tree behind him. He was uninjured.) This made him start thinking about theology, and whether there was a reason he wasn't killed, and so he started studying theology.
He did bunches of other things, too, including being a bouncer at a nightclub. Where he met, and eventually started dating, another bouncer at the club, who is my sister.
Yeah.
I'm a gamer geek, myself. Every once in a while, I meet someone, and get the thought, "Man, I'd really like to see THAT person's character sheet." 'Cause, see, there are plenty of people out there that have that kind of interesting story -- the Special Forces seems to attract them. . . another person I know was Force Recon in Vietnam, went from that to war correspondent, to general journalism, to journalism professor, to some sort of high-paying executive type job, to owning his own sex toy catalog business. Then there's my uncle, who was a Ranger in Vietnam, and now develops and runs historical recreation museums.
Me, I'm a very boring person. And I write about being a very boring person. But I write about being boring in what I hope is an interesting manner. I know interesting people, and, after all, not everybody can be Sherlock Holmes, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with being John Watson.
I approve. Not that my approval or disapproval would, or should, have any bearing on my sister's actions, but I like Kent.
So, yeah. My sister found a ballet dancer redneck geek cowboy Special Forces bouncer optometrist who's got a master's degree in theology, and is working on his doctorate. He's cute, too. And he cooks. And is a comics geek.
So, there was this guy. And he was a smart, geeky ballet dancer growing up on a ranch in a redneck town. And his father sent him off to the Army because, hell, he was a ballet dancer, and a geek, so he needed to do something MANLY. And this guy was one of those people who believed in doing whatever he did well, so he ended up excelling in the army, and going Special Forces. And he had one of those miraculous escapes from death that happen sometimes when you're in a combat situation (he was walking point, and set off a Bouncing Betty. It exploded in front of him, and threw shrapnel into a tree behind him. He was uninjured.) This made him start thinking about theology, and whether there was a reason he wasn't killed, and so he started studying theology.
He did bunches of other things, too, including being a bouncer at a nightclub. Where he met, and eventually started dating, another bouncer at the club, who is my sister.
Yeah.
I'm a gamer geek, myself. Every once in a while, I meet someone, and get the thought, "Man, I'd really like to see THAT person's character sheet." 'Cause, see, there are plenty of people out there that have that kind of interesting story -- the Special Forces seems to attract them. . . another person I know was Force Recon in Vietnam, went from that to war correspondent, to general journalism, to journalism professor, to some sort of high-paying executive type job, to owning his own sex toy catalog business. Then there's my uncle, who was a Ranger in Vietnam, and now develops and runs historical recreation museums.
Me, I'm a very boring person. And I write about being a very boring person. But I write about being boring in what I hope is an interesting manner. I know interesting people, and, after all, not everybody can be Sherlock Holmes, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with being John Watson.
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Re: This is Xiphias' "little baby sister"
Date: 2003-08-09 05:35 am (UTC)I'm elderly; I drop a year every now and again. I just remember that you're five years younger than me, so I subtract 5 from my age.
I thought I was 28. . .
And I'd have thought, growing up with Dad as we did, you would have learned that getting your facts straight is completely irrelevant to telling a story.