When I met Scott 12 years ago, he identified himself right away as a die-hard fan. “It’s sort of my thing,” he said, if not on the first date, then shortly thereafter. “I’m very into it.” He warned me, and I dated him anyway. I simply didn’t consider what “very into” meant.
Good read on how to deal with a family of Star Wars fans. Makes me feel sad that I don’t spend more quality time with my kids doing this sort of thing.
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via WonderTime