What I do love about this particular man is him being just him. Outspoken. To the point though 'the point' is sometimes hurtful for some. Rude in some ways. Terrible cleaner. 'I want this Usher Be-10 Diamond DMD, I don't care if I have to eat shit for years' kind of money spender (hence hate the idea of saving). Picky eater. And boy, what a spitfire he is. I can make him jump out of his calmness by screaming over something trivial like most attention seeker girls/stupid wife do.
In heart, he's one caring man. He often came home with pens, screwdriver, hat, napkins, hairpins, lighter, crossword book or any random stuff, hawkers sold on the buss. He gave up his only money to bought some food for screaming starving kittens on the street. He's practically a Santa to his friends. And I remember one very thing when we were in the windy Ankara visiting the crowded Ataturk Mausoleum, there was this old man who arduously tried to set his foot on fairly low steps and almost knocked down by the fierce wind when he then ran to the rescue of catching the poor man and helped him stand steadily and walked him up stairs. When I approached them both, the old man said something to me in Turkish which I didn't understand but as the old man pointed his knees and hugged him and kissed him on both cheeks I knew he's explaining his problem with his knees and that this young man has helped him walked through the stairs (while no body cared, not even that damned statue-like soldier guarding nothing who stood nearby and tourists were just being tourists and too busy taking craps with their DSLR). I noticed he looked slightly emotional as the old man hugging and thanking him again and again. Well that's one other thing about him, a big crybaby.
Happy 35 my man.
