A Tribute to Chris (a photo essay)
Although he may not be the man some/Girls think of as handsome/To my heart he carries the key--[Ira and George Gershwin, "Someone to Watch Over Me"]
Chris is the most wonderful, sweet, kind man I've ever had--and ever will, because (a) we're planning to get married and (b) there probably aren't any better men, or if there are, they're probably related to me.
Chris has been very supportive of me as an oboist--he sat through a concert band dress rehearsal, carried the euphonium and several stands from the rehearsal site to the performance site a couple blocks away--in his little Mazda Protege5, which he had to completely unload the trunk (and leave his junk in my dorm room) to fit the stuff in it. He also once bought my reeds when I was flat broke the week before said concert.
He has yet to hear me play--solo, not band. I owe him that this coming weekend. It's been about 2 months since I last played--and he noticed the improvement in my kissing skills.
Without further do...my tribute to Chris.
Chris is very tall--though not as tall as this psychedelic obelisk (MFA, Boston)
Chris isn't quite as tall as this gate, either.
(for a comparison, here's 5'7" stout ol' me at the same gate.)
Chris thinks it's cool that there's a WANG center.
Chris knows how to shake his thang!
Chris enjoys his frozen yogurt--and that new orange shirt I just got him--while sitting on the floor. (Quincy Market)
Chris is very secure in his manhood--and very useful (holding my bigass purse for me)
I feel like the luckiest girl in the world to have Chris as my man.
Thank you Chris. 
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