Stars and the Moon

A wise friend once told me this story:

"I met a man without a dollar to his name
Who had no traits of any value but his smile
I met a man who had no yearn or claim to fame
Who was content to let life pass him for a while
And I was sure that all I ever wanted
Was a life like the movie stars led
And he kissed me right here
And said:

"I'll give you stars and the moon and a soul to guide you
And a promise I'll never go
I'll give you hope to bring out all the life inside you
And the strength that will help you grow.
I'll give you truth and a future that's twenty times better
Than any Hollywood plot."
And I thought, "You know,
I'd rather have a yacht."

I met a man who lived his life out on the road
Who left a wife and kids in Portland on a whim
I met a man whose fire and passion always showed
Who asked if I could spare a week to ride with him
But I was sure that all I ever wanted
Was a life that was scripted and planned
And he said,
"But you don't understand -

"I'll give you stars and the moon and the open highway
And a river beneath your feet
I'll give you days full of dreams if you travel my way
And a summer you can't repeat.
I'll give you nights full of passion and days of adventure,
No strings, just warm summer rain."
And I thought, "You know,
I'd rather have champagne."

I met a man who had a fortune in the bank
Who had retired at age thirty, set for life.
I met a man and didn't know which stars to thank,
And then he asked one day if I would be his wife.
And I looked up, and all that I could think of
Was the life I had dreamt I would live
And I said to him:
"What will you give?"

"I'll give you cars and a townhouse in Turtle Bay
And a fur and a diamond ring
And we'll get married in Spain on my yacht today
And we'll honeymoon in Beijing.
And you'll meet stars at the parties I throw at my villas
In Nice and Paris in June."

And I thought, "Okay."
And I took a breath
And I got my yacht
And the years went by
And it never changed
And it never grew
And I never dreamed
And I woke one day
And I looked around
And I thought, 'My God...

I'll never have the moon.'"

About AntiFarmBoy, I think of him as the first man in the story. and somehow together, we'll get the moon.

Introducing...

AntiFarm-Boy
Grew up in agricultural epicenter of nowhere. As I understand it, their main crop is grass. Like "can my little brother mow your grass cuz he needs something to do this summer" grass. He can drive a tractor, ride a horse, shoot a gun, fish a river, dig a post hole, arc-weld, brand a calf, prune a fruit tree, trap an aphid, milk a cow... He hates country music. He's into techno. And technology. He likes knowing things no one else does. He's ridiculously observant. He tracks unusual looking cars around town. He knows how to work hard, and does. Except in school. He falls asleep if he sits for longer than 20 minutes, unless there is an active screen in front of him. He blows things up with xbox controllers and rifles and gasoline. He writes poetry. He cooks steak. And cake. Or really he just eats cake batter raw. And fish raw. Usually when the fish is wrapped in seaweed. He's incredibly ticklish in his armpits, so he's usually pretty safe in tickle-torture fights. He's undyingly loyal. To his work, to his school, to his family, to me. He does not have have eyes like the seas before a storm, nor does he say "as you wish" to my every command. But he doesn't need those to love me.

HotChocolate

From the cultural epicenter of just about nowhere. The main culture is LDS. Like "there are two young men in suits and ties on my doorstep," LDS. I can drive a stick-shift, write a paper, shoot a marshmallow blow gun, fish for compliments, dig myself into a hole, arc-nothing, denigrate a brand name, prune when I stay too long in a tub, trap your thumb when i challenge you to a thumb war, and milk it for all it's worth. I love most music. I listen to folk music when I study. And I study lots. Sometimes it seems like school was the only thing I was ever good at, and then I get into another semester. Case in point, I came up for the idea for this blog's title while I was pretending to do homework on facebook while chatting with a friend who had relationship problems. So, that's probably why the title is so bizarre. In my defense, I made myself finish the homework before I started writing. Six hours later... I wish I was kidding. I'm really not. I run off on random tangents. I run. When it's warm outside, so that probably won't happen again until June. And then I'll stop running because it's too hot to run outside. I cook. I make up recipes off the top of my head. And then I eat. Not my head, the food I cook. Speaking of food, I do not have hair the color of butter. Or buttercups. But it is the color of chocolate. And Anti-FarmBoy thinks I'm hot. Did I mention that he's visually impaired?

Either way, between the two of us we complement each other where we're different, and we're alike enough to make things even. And we have this funny little thing where we're in love.

Death cannot stop TRUE LOVE, all it can do is delay it for a while.

~The Princess Bride