Ben didn’t ask me to write his OK Cupid profile, I volunteered. And I volunteered for two reasons: 1. Because I saw what he had up and 2. Because he is awesome. And I know he doesn’t believe he’s awesome, but he is. So if he can’t communicate his awesomeness to the pool of potential dates out there who would die if they knew a guy as good as this exists, then I’ll just have to do it for him.
He’s sort of old fashioned. He holds doors open, and wears blue jeans and white t-shirts on his days off; and he still drives the 1973 convertible Mustang that he bought and rebuilt as a teenager.
He also drives a pick up truck. Why? Mostly I’m to blame for that because he’s the drummer in my jazz band and I keep him pretty busy these days. Not only does he haul his drum kit to gig after gig, he also loads the band’s sound system in and out of venues and my basement. In my many years of gigging, I’ve never had a drummer as hard-working, loyal and earnest as Ben.
But he’s also not a saint, and he’s not perfect. Sometimes he talks so impassioned about things while we’re out in public that I have to remind him to use his inside voice. Also, I wouldn't know this from personal experience but I’m pretty sure the boy has a kinky side, knows what he likes, and isn't shy about asking for it. And I’m also pretty sure he’ll snuggle afterward and bring coffee later and make sure you’re all comfortable and all that other mushy crap. But again, I wouldn't know this from personal experience.
But you’re not allowed to snuggle with him for too long, at least not on a Saturday mornings because, in addition to drumming for me, I drag him out as a tree planting volunteer on Saturday mornings. He’s gotten so good at it I’m pretty sure he’ll be a tree planting leader in no time. Next time you inhale some San Francisco air, pretty good chance Ben planted a tree which did some purification for you.
So I guess that’s all I have to say about Ben. Oh one more thing. He just competed for a promotion at work and got it. The other day he told me a story about something that happened, basically, he knew someone was going to get fired before they knew, and it hurt his heart to know this, and see that person. And I told him, “Man, I hope those things never stop hurting. Because the minute you stop caring, what’s the point.” He agreed, and I believe that Ben will never stop caring about the things that matter. It’s just who he is.