Andy is like a pair of dyslexic mittens.

I met this guy once. He didn't try to harpoon me. That's a plus.

Well, where to begin........ I meet Andrew on a bright Alaskan August eve. My birthday as a matter of fact, I had been bar hopping and being the light-wieght I was then I was smashed. I dreamly remember being introduced to this charming fellow, who bounded from the dance floor, wearing what i SWEAR was a Prince-like White shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest with ruffled cuffs. Very Fabio. Ok maybe there wasn't ruffled cuffs, but it make for a more amusing tale. Now where was I? Yes, I was smashed and Andy was Fabio, well Andy soon made me part of his extended family and has been the best kind of friend you could ask for, loyal and willing to break his back for you.

He is funny, has a razor sharp wit, and one of few genuine people I have ever meet. I can't even imagine not having Andy as my friend. When Andy and I hang out, something entertaining is soon to happy, gauranteed.

Andy and my whole relationship was started on a lie... He told me he didn't know how to read and although I didn't believe him, it was intriguing. How could I dump someone who is admitting to me they can't read... his story was long and convoluted, and the funny thing is, it worked! Andy is the kind of person you want to have on your side. He helps those who need it whether they want him to or not. If you need him he is there for you. Despite some of his ranting, he has amazing ideas, and is a genuinely good person. On the personal side (with a nod of plagiarism to Jess) He to knows his way around a vulva. He is an amazing lover and damn can he cook. One day in the future he is going to say to me (for like the millionth time), "Can we move to Juneau and buy a boat?" and I'll finally say "Yes" ... why...because he deserves it!