I tweeted this out hours ago, and I’m sorry about the repeat. But this is still making me laugh. And I mean out loud. Right now.
The other day I wrote about my biggest fan – she had read every one of my words within eight hours. While I admire her devotion and I love her for her effort, she is not my favorite fan.
No, I’m sorry. And that goes as well for my close friends, my girlfriend, and my family. I like you all just fine.
But I LOVE this guy.
Yesterday I told the tale of “Sally C-Word”, the maid I found on Craigslist who was kind enough to rip off a bunch of my possessions. Today, I get this direct message on Twitter.
I have no idea who he is. But I love him. So much. I want to be his best friend. In my mind we’re already best friends.
Couple of things – first, do his clothes not perfectly match the language? As they say in 1995 hip-hop, the dude is not frontin’. He is “on the real.” At first you might think he is trying to be funny. I assure you he’s not. Look at that hoodie. Looks at those words. They match.
The other thing is that this is a private message to me. He didn’t put this out on Twitter to get attention. No, this was communication from him to me. I love that he didn’t do this publicly. It was just for me. I feel cool.
Now, lest you think I’m goofing on him – I can assure you I am not. This guy is authentic and awesome. And c’mon, can you believe he reads blogs? 80% of you reading this are moms! This could be your son. In fact, I hope it is.
Thank you to all who are reading this, but I like him just a little bit more. Sorry.