Joseph Hunter

The first time I met Victoria Crowell, we were at a party. This party was on the lower deck of a mutual friend’s house. The playing field was laid; the Scrabble board was set. She gave off an aura of greatness; I was quiet and humbled. From my shell, I was disturbed by a friend who remarked at my Scrabble skills. I agreed to the game, but I was quite enamored by my opponent. So smitten that I was quickly smited by her vastly vivid vocabulary. The girl had a way with words, she did. I was impressed. Still humbled, my jaw unhinged, I watched as she turned away from the board with the shine of victory in her eyes. She might not have known, but she won more than a game of Scrabble that day; she had won my H-E-A-R-T.

Hunter, as could probably be figured out with any reading, is my boyfriend. Since he is in the Marines, I don’t get to see him very often, but I did get to see him a while last summer (but not as much as I could due to some unfortunate timing). Nonetheless, we did a few things, but I’d say the greatest thing we did was go visit a park called Kentucky Down Under. Obviously in Kentucky, it features many Australian animals, which we listened to stories about (I think the kangaroo choke-slamming an emu was pretty neat), pet, etc. However, about halfway through the day, we decided to go to an Aboriginal presentation. It included many interesting bit of information, but the funniest thing was when I managed to get the presentor to get Hunter to aid him in exhibiting the method of punishing Aborigines, which was making them stand in a small circle with a tiny shield while they threw a spear. The man talks it up very intensely, and makes very seriously like he’s going to throw it, and Hunter whips out some crazy-ass jump/dodge combo that was totally serious and insanely amusing. He got me back later, by getting me to play a dijiridoo, but I still think I win.