The Many Faces of Daveed

The background of ma meilleure amie (yes, I know it's in the wrong gender - duh!): Dave & I first met at a mutual friend's house in college about 1989. We actually had French class together. He thought I looked like a big bitch and I thought he looked like a big fag. Who would have known? His name was Daveed in French class, so the name stuck. My was Analise, which he changed to Anal Ease, that didn't stick. We have had the best of times and the worse of times - sounds like the beginning of a novel? Well, it is! So, read on through my short but sweet photojournal of Daveed:

This picture is when we were oh so young and I was oh so fat. Dave's looking a little skinny because that's what the club scene does to ya. We went out for my birthday. His famous line that night was "Broccoli smells like farts!" At that point I laughed and spit out some spaghetti sauce on his lovely shirt shown here in the photo.

Dave had just started going out with Chris when I met him. The were together for 7 years until Dave fell in love with someone else (lapover lover). I lived with Dave and Chris two times. Once, when I was a big loser and couldn't even hold a job because of my social life. The second time, when I was living with a big loser and I needed to get the hell away from him. I managed to abstain from their infamous tuna casserole the whole time I was living with them. It was their favorite economy meal!

Here is the Holy Trinity. The Father(Dave), Son(me), Holy Spirit(Robert). Another nickname for the three us during college.

Purple Haired Larry's Birthday Party at Broccoli Park. The cake even had a purple-haired boy on it! Another college day of leisure.

More faces of Daveed. The freak and the queen.

And the bitch.

Graduating college opened another chapter in our lives. More money, better boyfriends, and a world of opportunity (or should I say shattered dreams)! On to this beautiful boy's Dallas makeover!

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