Following the heavier than levity article from yesterday, I wanted to share a bit of banter Clare and I had that was mirth-inducing nonsense between us.
Clare would ask, “Am I pretty enough for you?”
And I would reply, “Hon, you know I’m dating out of my league. I’m hideous to behold. Go look in the mirror and come back with your answer.”
And she would giggle, “Bullshit. Hot ass boyfriend!”
These tiny parts of our life are some of the most emotionally difficult to resolve.
Yes, Clare was more than pretty enough for me. It wasn’t her physical presence (although she was very lovely to look upon), it was the prettiness in her heart and soul that made her pretty enough for me. Ever since I met her (late) at the 66 Bowling in Albuquerque.