Before I begin the story of us, I want to tell you about DF. He wasn’t always called DF. It was a pet name I coined for him, out of an inside joke between the two of us. I want to tell you the story why I call him DF.

DF wears glasses. He’s actually blind without them. I think they’re adorable, but sometimes I wish he would not hide his hazel eyes with his black rectangular frames. DF is also a redhead, which makes him twice as adorable to me.

DF, because he’s helpless without his glasses, never takes them off. He even wears them to sleep (I should know, there are countless times he has fallen asleep while we were on Skype and he wears his glasses to bed).

Now, DF is also clumsy with his glasses. He left his glasses on the couch, forgot it was there, and crack. The left arm of his frames was dangling for dear life. On him the glasses were lopsided.

He had another accident by way of his nephew breaking the left arm off all the way. As helpless as he is without his glasses, he continued to wear them even without the left arm.

So the frame hung on his nose, and to keep it from falling off his face he taped the left side to his left temple. It was the most hilarious thing. I teased him and called him dorkface–hence, DF.

I felt sorry for him for having to wear those frames, but I still couldn’t stop laughing at the situation. He had new frames made, but the name still stuck, and to this day I still call him dorkface, or DF for short.

(A few times DF can be dorky, but it’s all part of his charm. DF isn’t actually a dork by my standards of a dork; I really think he’s more of a punk, but that will be for a new post later on.)

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