Adorable

(at Gen Con)

Geeky Woman: “You are so adorable!”

Me: “Me?” (looks at boyfriend, he shrugs)

GW: “Yeah. You’re so fuzzy.”

Me: (keeps walking) “Thank you.”

GW: “I saw you earlier and wanted to tell you.”

Me: “Well, I don’t get called adorable very often.” (is she following me?)

GW: “What can I say? I just love dwarves!”

Me: “Yeah, I usually get Viking. But I guess Dwarf…”

GW: “Do you ever braid your beard? I always just want to braid long beards.”

Me: “Yeah, a couple times I’ve…”

GW: “I love it! Do you ever braid your hair and put those metal things in it?”

Me: “No, but I’d like to try…”

GW: “That’s awesome! You are awesome.”

Me: “Uhh…thank you.”

GW: “Have a great Gen Con.”

Me: “I will. You, too.” (keeps walking)

Passing Teen: “It’s a Patrick Rothfuss theme this year.”

Second Passing Teen: “Who is Patrick Rothfuss?”

PT1: “You know him. He’s that author with a big bushy beard that looks like… well, it looks like that dude’s beard.”

PT2: “Oh, yeah, I know who you mean.”

Me: “Glad to help.” (keeps walking)

Chipper

(wrestling)

Little Miss Thing, age 7: “Hold him down while I try to tickle his feet!”

Me: “I’m not ticklish.”

Danger Monkey, age 10: “I’ve got his arms, you get his legs!”

Me: “Help. Help. I’m totally pinned.”

LMT: “I can only hold one leg.”

DM: “I’ve got both his arms, but I think he’s just letting me win.”

Me: “And now… the tickling!”

(tickling)

(much tickling)

(much laughter)

DM: “Oh gross! Your breath smells like potato chips.”

Me: “You know, for a kid who eats raw onions…”

LMT: “Of course his breath stinks! This is Dad we’re talking about. Don’t get distracted. ATTACK!”

(pounce)

(much tickling)

(much laughter)

(much love)

I’m A Giver

(at county fair)

(walking past a booth)

Booth Lady: “You are wonderful.”

Me: “Um… OK.”

BL: “I’ve seen how much food you’re buying, and only from the local charity booths.”

Me: “Yeah, I try to support the local stuff. It’s a great way to help out, and I get to eat lots of fun food.”

BL: “So, who all are you buying the food for? Your family? Or are you here with a group?”

Me: “Well, actually… mostly just me.”

BL: “WHOA. You ate ALL of that?”

Me: “No, not all of it. I shared.”

BL: …

Me: “I mean, I ate most of it.”

(long pause)

BL: “Well, the charities all appreciate you.”

Me: “I like to make an impact.”