The Troll has had various gentleman callers throughout the years, the most recent being a fellow named Bry. They've been seeing each other for a few months and I finally get to meet him this weekend. How do I know that things are getting serious? I've already been warned about my behavior.
It turns out Bry is a native of Maryland (or Baltimoron as they are lovingly referred to by the DC folks) and gets touchy when someone pokes fun of this fact. But seriously? Of course I'm going to make fun of his accent and the fact that the Ravens and Orioles suck. Who does she think she's kidding?
In my deranged world, if I make fun of where you come from, it means I secretly like you. Call it a Boston superiority complex if you will. Of course I'll try not to go overboard; afterall, it's not Bry's fault that he didn't grow up in New England.
I'm seriously looking forward to meeting Bry. He treats the Troll like a princess, has taught her the nuances of Ravens football, and can be a passenger in her car without being tranquilized. In mind, that makes him a stand-up gentleman, and one definitely worthy of my twin. If he can take my Maryland jokes and dish them back then he may be elevated to hero.
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