Easy to please, easy to impress. Easy to surprise, easy to scare. Easy to convince that sushi at midnight is a fabulous idea. Easy to amuse. I'm easy. Real easy.
Well, as long as you know how anyway. To please, impress, surprise, or scare me.
Once, a long time ago, after my family had gone to see Jurassic Park at the theater, Dad wanted me to take out the trash. It was dark, and the movie, with it's giant dinosaurs and jump scenes and all got to me. I expressed my fear. Of dinosaurs attacking between the front door and the garbage cans. Mom, in a knowing mother voice, said "Chris, just take it out for her.....". He settled on going out with me. Now, having my father outside with me, I was fine. I went to the dark side of the house and headed back towards the lit porch, when my large in stature father jumped from the bushes and growled at me. I immediately started to cry.
Take me to a scary movie. I will probably jump in your lap. And scream at the least scary parts.
Tell me that I'm pretty, and you're golden. I will sheepishly say thanks while blushing.
Tell me you want to go grab a diet coke, sushi, a movie, cafe rio, a frozen banana, ice cream, a show in the park, it's the most exciting part of my life.
This is why when talk in the conference room over boxes of pizza turned to how Sarah can't eat wheat, which someone turned to people asking if I was a vegetarian also (because wheat allergies and vegans are totally linked) and the one resident vegan talked about his friends who are freegans. They're vegans unless of course the food is free.
I will think it's the funniest thing I've heard all day.