Tropical Depression: nameless I have not written much about my boyfriend. Part of the reason is because I don't know what to call him. I guess I could call him by his name but that seems somehow strange to divulge his identity (Ha!). Or maybe not. But how do you pick a name for someone that you know by a different name? Other robots seem to have done well; Mr. Robot has Mrs. Robot. Victoria has Biff, Pony & Kiff, Elanamatic & The Dude.
Anyway, I'm totally in love. Did you know that? We match wits and brains and he is incredibly skilled at creating very useful things out of parts, and we have a very, very good time together. He is pleased by the strange stuff I know about cars, radios, popular culture, the seventies, biology, and Hawaii, etc.. He gives me little treats that make my life tons easier.
Man when we get rolling on making fun of the white people and the terrible drivers here we laugh so hard. And when we get tired of that there are swimming in the moonlight and the Holdings.
He cares what he looks like when he leaves the house. He can remove any stain.
He loves to hike and surf. And is a good cook and a good drinker.
I think we are an excellent match. Most of the time it is effortless. He is certainly part of the reason I am looking for jobs in Seattle.