So, I'm sort of kind of (not willing to admit) that I'm waiting for a missionary. Whew. Now that that's out in the open, I got a letter from him today! Yay! He is doing fabulous, by the way in case you were wondering, you probably weren't but I thought I'd say so anyways. Anyways, the point of this post is to tell you about the funny thought I had while reading said letter. So, the thing about my handsome young man is that he is the cheesiest, most romantic, gag with me a spoon kinda guy. Which is very endearing and sweet and makes me feel very loved, but I just am not. And that doesn't go to show that I don't love him or appreciate him, because I definitely do. I just can not muster it up out of myself to be that. In this weeks letter as he was discussing how cheesy he was being he happened to compare himself in a very interesting way to something I would never in a million years use to describe him, a fifteen year old girl. If you are a man reading this 1. Stop, why are you reading this? You should hand in your man card just for being on Blogger. 2. NEVER compare yourself to a girl, let alone a fifteen year old one, they are the worst kind. It made me laugh, hard. Which his letters do almost every week, it's one of the things I love about him-he's funny. :) But because of the laughter Kaitlin had to ask me what was so funny, and when I told her the response was "well then what does that make you?." As I pondered this question for a whole 5 seconds (because really that is the longest I can ponder just about anything) I came across a very disturbing answer. If he is comparing himself to a fifteen year old girl, that makes me a lesbian pedophile. Oh my!! So, conclusion? Never again will he ever ever be allowed to use that comparison. Not just for his sake, but mine as well.
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