Then.....just now, Ray and his three children come to my door. Knocking, ringing the doorbell, practically trying to SCRATCH their way in (Ok, semi-dramatic) to give me another box of Girl Scout cookies. The kids get bored and trot off to the van while Ray sticks around TALKING. HIS. ASS. OFF.
My head is spinning- I seriously have no idea how to even start describing my encounter. The only thing I can think to do is tell you all of the subjects we (he) discussed in 10 minutes:
The Dove has a mate for life.
The fact that Ray gave the Girl Scout's $100 and publicly asked everyone around him who was going to MATCH him.
I finally met his wife, Connie. She seems like a gem, btw. Seriously. Nice lady.
Ray talked about how in three weeks or so he would be grilling a turkey and that I better come knock on the door to have some.
That if I ever need money or sugar I can also knock on the door.
That he lost one of his teeth from his dentures just yesterday "from his wife's bacon."
That he doesn't care that I'm a Republican or Democrat as long as I'm a good person.
He also said that he doesn't know "which way I swing" but that he has a son around my age and that he begs me to take him from his current woman.
*sigh* And I'm spent.....
I'm not going to lie Jenny, I think that Connie deserves a medal for listening to his stories for so long, it really must be love! He does sound like a good guy haha, just like a good guy who really does know how to talk a lot, love the stories about him, so glad that that dove is happy now as well!
Ha - people like that are insane, but most of time really mean what they say and will do anything for you. Seriously....anything.
I know because I grew up with a Ray of my own.
NICE BLOG :)
wowza - have to love the special people in our lives!! and thanks for the girl scout cookie thoughts. thanks A LOT. sigh.