A gauntlet was thrown down. A challenge was issued. Something was asked of me.
They are in California. Thousands of miles away from me.
Ryan: Amanda and I are going to a scenic view to look at the moon. Say something romantic to her. She keeps making fun of me when I try.
This is a speakerphone, FaceTime conversation. She is involved. it’s dark and I cannot see them. Still, audio is in full effect.
Me: Amanda, are you OK with this? I have a feeling I’m going to make you blush.
Amanda: Yes.
Me: Amanda, what color is your hair? I remember that it is blonde. It seems like I saw something red.
Ryan: she is strawberry blonde
Me: the first time that I saw you I heard your angelic voice, I saw your angelic smile and I saw your angelic hair. The lyrics “Amber waves of grain“ came to mind. America the Beautiful never pops into my head. That is the first time that ever happened. I immediately knew that the author of those lyrics had someone like you as a muse. That’s how beautiful you are.
Amanda: Stevie, that was beautiful. I didn’t expect that.
Me: Thank Karen. I have a muse. Are you blushing?
Amanda: Yes.
Ryan: Her seat is wet too. Thanks, Buddy! We’ll call you later.(maybe a comment like this shows how he was struggling)
Me: wait wait wait
Listen to this…
Stuff that Steve Says 