Just when I thought I was totally happy being single iwth a ton of friends to hang out with... Shawn came along.
He is everything that I said I'd never date:
Smokes like a chimney
Drinks incessantly
Army boy
Tattoos
Doesn't wear his seatbelt
Has a Harley
Doesn't wear a helmet
And yet. He's amazing. One of our first conversations dealt with me getting an alcoholic beverage...
Mandi: You're taking me home. I'm going to drink this. Please don't rape me.
Shawn: Well, I was going to rape the piss out of you, but since you asked nicely, I won't this time.
Most would be creeped out or disgusted. I found it hilarious.
Another fun situation. Out at Pillsbury, Shawn finished a beer and tossed the can into the woods. Anyone who knows me knows what happened next.
Mandi: Go get it.
Shawn: Why?
Mandi: You can't litter! You knew I was going to flip out about this! I can't date someone who trashes up the environment! Go get it!
Shawn: There are snakes in there. I'll get bitten.
Mandi: I'll drive you to the hospital after you get the can.
Shawn: *tramping through the woods* I can't believe I'm dating a fucking hippie!
Sadly, we work together hilariously.
He's even good with kids.
Anyway, I like him. He likes me. We're happy for now.
