I'm always kinda surprised when I meet people named Ted. I often wonder if they are called Teddy Bear by THEIR family and friends? Maybe, maybe not. If so, I see them more as "closet Teddy Bears", "faux bears" as it were. It really doesn't count until you ride your bicycle to the store, wearing Lycra bike shorts and a cut off t-shirt, to purchase a feather duster. Standing in line, with the only feather duster they have which is HOT PINK, while 4 or 5 big Texan he-men type get in line behind you who are purchasing shot guns and boxes of high caliber ammunition. What could possibly make this worse you ask? Well, brother Tommy, also wearing Lycra, yells from across the store, "Hey Teddy bear!", runs up and gives me a big kiss right on the lips. Now, my brothers and I have been through a lot together, and we love each other dearly, so to be kissed, yes, on the lips really isn't that unusual. For us. The big Texans? I'm thinking they saw it as out of the norm. I was terribly concerned that brother and I would die that day, fighting the good fight, together, but die none the less. Yes, I see myself as a REAL Teddy Bear.
Other than that? Ya'll are just MEAN! Ted