JB hates small spaces. The man is 6’6″…I’d say he has a good reason for it.
He’s also never flown.
Now, think about how small the average economy seat is on an airplane. I’m uncomfortable while flying, and I’m only slighly larger than average.
Of course, the longer you go without doing something that you’re not sure about, the more nervous you get about it, until eventually you’re basically unreasonably anxious about it.
JB was about to this point.
I had a *really* bad day yesterday. While I was venting, I mentioned something about Boomershoot, and how, while I’m really looking forward to it, I was a little upset that JB couldn’t go because he didn’t want to fly.
Y’all, he’s booking a ticket. I found someone who is willing to face one of his biggest fears to make me happy. And he’s not even doing that “see what I do for you?” thing – he’s just shrugging it off like it’s something anyone would do.
That’s pretty fucking awesome.
So now those of you who are going get to meet him, and see who in the world I managed to decide I could put up with for the rest of my life…and vice-versa. :-)
Also? HOLY CRAP BOOMERSHOOT IS TWO MONTHS AWAY.