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Meet Dave

This is my boyfriend, Dave. I've just now had a divine revelation that many of you have either never seen him before, or haven't seen him for quite a while. So, after some tinkering, I finally get his picture up. Aw...ain't he cute?? :)


I took these pictures a few weeks ago, and only to Dave's grudging consent. I happened to have my digital camera in hand and charged SIMULTANEOUSLY and he suffered the consequences. And now, they're making their way onto the internet - tada!


Dave loves to work with his hands - if he can build it instead of buy it, he'll jump at the opportunity, even if building might be more of a pain or more of a bill. He loves knowing how things fit together and work together; his dad has worked in a machine shop for most of Dave's life, and Dave loved being able to go in and help, fiddling around with technology to his heart's content. And when he saw the contents of my brother's erector set spilled across the coffee table, he pounced on them and proceeded to build a small wind-up car with a bizaare helicopter attachment.


Half an hour later, wholly focused on his project and wholly annoyed that I kept flashing him (with my camera, honest to goodness, my dad was in the room for goodness sake!!) and being a distraction in general, he finished his little project and sent it for a few test runs across the carpet. Then of course I spoiled his fun by grabbing the strange mechanism and taking even MORE pictures. The disgrace I am, honestly. :)

So there you are - my green-eyed bespectacled 21-year-old birthday-on-April-19th-and-not-April-20th-like-Hitler gun-loving boyfriend, in the pixel if not in the flesh.

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