Alright my darlings, all I am going to talk about today is my Candyman, so I thought I'd warn you just in case you're not at all interested and give you a chance to go away.

Day synopsis:

We went to lunch, the Botanical Gardens, out for ice cream (his treat), back to my house, then out for a drink--I took four rolls of film and the whole date (date? was it a date?) lasted ten hours and I'm awfully surprised that I didn't float up into the sky with joy.

So I cleaned and I cleaned and I cleaned and I had a giant allergy attack and I got it all done and bathed and everything before he came over, and he looked so handsome that I almost fell over.

His eyes are the strangest colour. On his resume he calls them hazel/green, but they're kind of yellow, too. It's almost impossible to look away.

So he came to my house and we were there for about ten minutes before we left, and in that short time he got himself worked into a pretty impressive allergy attack, but when we came back after the Garden he sat in my living room for three hours with tissues stuffed up his nose and his eyes as red as stop signs, and he knew how bad it would be.

I didn't know how bad it would be. When I have an asthma attack, it's pretty noisy with lots of choking and wheezing, but his asthma attack...
Let me put it this way: If he was lying in a hospital bed under an oxygen tent struggling for breath in that single-minded way, his family and friends would be gathered around the bed with tears in their eyes.

But he stayed. Not only that, but at one point he was in the kitchen on his hands and knees with his hand out to Elvis going "psspsspss". I loved that.

I love him.

However, between my allergies and asthma and respiratory difficulties and his ten times worse allergies and asthma and respiratory difficulties we'd end up having a baby with no lungs.

The Botanical Garden was beautiful.

Here's a secret, about five years ago I decided that I want to get married at the Brooklyn Botanical Garden--not just the reception, the ceremony. And the Candyman loved it there. And about five minutes after we got there, we turned a corner and saw a wedding party! We stood there and watched them for about ten minutes. And then about two hours later, we saw another wedding party. And he said "Man, this is so beautiful! I want to get married outdoors!"

Portents and signs darlings, portents and signs...

One year ago today:
He said North Carolina started it.

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