My favorite book vender came today to sell non-fiction. He is super friendly and charismatic. I kind of want him to be my father-in-law, because in just two hours, he told me 1) Christians would be better off if we just shut up and listened to God, 2) his wife threw him a surprise party for his 50th birthday in which all his friends brought cheap bottles of wine with names that reminded them of him, 3) it's sad his wife can't talk about Jesus in her social worker role, because that's the only thing that would really help those kids, and 4) his father was cursing up a stream when they coerced him into driving their son to the airport, which was really a surprise mission trip to the Dominican Republic.
These are all of my favorite things! He must not be Baptist.
He also told me about his son, who just graduated from Annapolis with the second highest number of medals in the history of the school (WHAT?). And he told me about his nephew, who just spent a couple months working in African schools, helping organize new buildings for kids too far from cities.
Then he asked how old I was and whether I was single, and mused that he should get me to date...one of them? I'm not sure, he talked really fast.
So what I said was, "Yes, okay. Both?"
Haha, no. I'm scared of everything. What I really said was, "Eh, long distance would be a pain."
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