Please notice the attractive male wearing the John Deere hat. He is the apple of my eye every Monday and Wednesday night from 6-7:45. I don't know his name yet. But I will.
However, I'm not going to talk about him.
The person I would like to tell you about is the even more attractive male to the right of John Deere.
Anyone who knows me can tell you that there is a very special place in my heart for old men.
Yes, my friends. That, there, with the gray hair, is the love of my life.
His name is Doug. And this time, I'm not making it up. I really know that his name is Doug.
I know this because I asked him.
We sit next to each other in math sometimes.
He's majoring in Political Science. He finally made the decision to come and finish school after 45 years.
He asks more questions than anyone in the class.
He has a back-pack-on-wheels.
And I find it so endearing when he pushes his glasses up to the bridge of his nose.
"It's okay, kid. It took me 67 years to decide what I wanted to do with my life. You've got plenty of time to figure it out."
He is a real gentlemen.
And a true scholar.
And I love everything about him.