("I thought it would have been weird to tattoo "Obama" on my arm," he said, "but now I have some dude's initials on me").
These include: B eliefs, E motions, S ensations and physical perceptions, T houghts and images, M otives, and E xpectations, which can be summed up by their initials, "BEST ME," as in this illustration.
His features and oarsman's physique, together with those double-barrelled middle initials, prepared me for a terse Anglophilic bureaucrat.
That makes him "Jeb" in the way my initials make me "jittle," which is to say: not at all.
"A Michelangelo with a bone saw," he said of the doctor who cut him open, and concluded of the whole team, "I couldn't be more proud when these guys carved their initials in me".
But, yes, I am sorry our relationship didn't last (though, truth be told, we were never terribly compatible to begin with), despite her initial acceptance of me.
Our priest basically acted my attorney: he got the initial paperwork for me, and then helped me with the paperwork that the tribunal sent – it was a series of questions, probably 10-15 pages long, plus $250 for the annulment.
The only thing that surprised me was when Dana turned to me after our initial sparring and called me a "dick" in a whispered tone (the specific phrase was, I believe, "You're such a dick").
I'd say it probably took two months from that initial sleeplessness for me to actually think there was something seriously wrong with me.
My initial contacts directed me toward other people who, once I was inside, would hopefully point me in the direction of activists who could smuggle me in via a city near the Syrian border.
But its initial appeal for me was purely visceral.
