My other half is a wonderful supportive man who encourages me to grow into a better person. Even though I'm the artist, he makes me the work of art.
He is 17 years senior but age isn't a factor; age ain't nothing but a number baby. My parents and siblings don't care for they enjoy his company; he makes them smile when they hear his name. He enjoys my goals and been supportive for both, become a firefighter or nurse. As I smile that he achieved his dream for working as a transportation planner, after many attempts of entering the Master's program of UC Berkeley.
We both have a sick sense of humor, but he lets me know if I get out of line, I'll end up in the fridge like Jeffrey Dahmer's victim (if you don't hear from me, check his fridge). He laughs and enjoys my bit of ghetto-ness, but appreciates that deep down I'm real, kind and wish goodness for people.
And as for being on RealJock, he doesn't care for it’s a wealth of information and a venue to trade ideas.
As a line from the song Sure Thing by Miguel Jontel goes,
"Say that I'm the One
Cause you are a Ten"