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Reasons I'm falling in love with Shannon...

1) The way her left incisor bends inward.

2) What was once long, luxurious hair has since been ruined by bad perms, and now wraps tightly, almost spinster like, against her head in a tiny, curled ponytail.

3) When I drove home after seeing the Vandals at my bar, and blasted Classical music the whole way, she smiled.

4) Her mother took her car and left town without notice... she may return next week or not.

5) The daughter she gave birth to several years ago has a disease so rare Shannon is proud of her uniqueness.

6) Two beers and a shot of tequila, and she's drunk.

7) She doesn't mind when I drink and write on my computer at 6 am.

8) She's one of the most beautiful women and persons I've ever had the pleasure of knowing.

9) Those thin stretch marks on her thighs and her breast.

10) The way she pouts when she's on her period.

11) Because, when I took her to the Red Iguana and she was presented with a sizzling plate of Fajitas she said, "What?.. is it still cooking?"

12) My dog gets upset whenever I make love to her.

13) She thinks it's cool when I play Johnny Cash at the bar.

14) She's not a stripper...

15) She's more than slightly annoyed when I snap the fold in the leg of her jeans, or curl the bends in newspapers -- two of my bad nervous habits.

16) She's terrified of getting involved in the relationship we seemed destined to have. She's been through this before, she says. She knows I will hurt her. She knows she will hurt me, also.

17) She talks about more than herself. Damn fuckin' rare.

18) As I write this: 10 feet away, she rolls around in my bed as if she were wide awake, mumbling, even looking at me in her sleep, and I have to think that she misses me being beside her even now.

19) She wants me to cut down smoking.

20) She told me this story when we met:

There was a little prince with a magic crown.
An evil warlock kidnapped him, locked him in a a cell in a huge tower and took away his voice.
There was a window with bars.
The prince kept smashing his head against the bars hoping that someone would hear the sound and find him.
The crown made the most beautiful sound that anyone ever heard. You could hear the ringing for miles and miles.
It was so beautiful that people wanted to grab the air.
They never found the prince.
He never got out of the cell.
But the sound he made filled everything up with beauty.

wwood