About 5 years ago, I purchased a "boyfriend." This boyfriend was redheaded, inflatable and very small, but we developed a strong attachment to one another. Upon buying him, it was decided that he should be called Airon (when said it sounds like a legit name, but when spelled it's PUNNY!).
Airon was a real doll (punny again). He wore nothing but his biker shorts, and he had sparse chest hair. We shared many great laughs at our house on Dixie Trail. Sometimes he would join our group in a round of drinks. We would stand him up in the corner. Eventually he would fall down, and we would get the biggest kick out of it, claiming that Airon drank so much that he couldn't stand. "AIRON FELL OVER AGAIN! HE'S SUCH A LUSH," we'd all yell. OH AIRON!
Months passed, and I moved to Bickett Blvd. Sadly, Airon popped during the move. I tried to keep him propped up in a lawn chair, but it wouldn't be long before all his air would run out. I eventually threw him away, but it was hard. I loved Airon. He was the perfect beau...except he was shorter than me.
Now I'll highlight some of our favorite moments together:
As you can see, Airon always wore a glow necklace. He used to be into the rave scene, and never could shake it completely...
Above is a photo in which we're laughing it up. I agreed to let him ride on my shoulders even though I had a broken foot! And I have no idea why I always wore that coat...
This one above is one where Airon had fallen down in a drunken stupor! Please excuse the appearance of the house- we were in college!!!
In this one, Airon fell down AGAIN and left himself in a compromising position!!! He had a lot of explaining to do in the morning!!!
Here is one of Airon and I sleeping in on a Sunday morning! I'm nestled into his nook!!!
Oh Airon and I did have some good times. I look back at those times fondly, and I smile. He'll always have a part of my heart. I just wish he was still with me now.
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