A boy and his tractors

There was once a boy whose parents they used to spoil. Of the spoiling, toys were a big factor. The boy loved all his toys. But most of all, he loved his toy tractor.

The boy grew up, with his toy tractors and always wanted more. A toy tractor for christmas, a toy tractor for new years, a toy tractor every time he opened the door.

You could call the boy a tractor fan. Not a fan that's a tractor but a fan of tractors, a fan that would love tractors for his entire life span.

But as he grew up he had to let go of his tractor fandom. Because he needed a job to work on his own, get a girlfriend and look handsome.

So he let go of his fandom and was no longer a fan of his tractors. And soon, in his life, tractors were no longer big factors.

So one night he went out with his colleagues to the bar they always went to. Only this night was different, on the bar, sat somebody new.

A woman so beautiful, so elegant, he had to fall in love with her. This was the girlfriend he was looking for, the girl he dreamed about for sure!

He saunters over toward the girl in the smokey room and asks "How's it going?". The girl looks flustered and says "It's a little smokey in here...", red faced, she was literally glowing.

So he said unto her, "Don't worry maam, I'll sort out this stuff", and sucked all the smoke in the room up with one big huff.

He walked outside, blew the smoke out; and walked back in and stood next to her, with a proud little pout.

Amazed, she asked "How did you do that?", pointing to his mouth with her hand.

And he said "Well my dear, it's not too hard, being an ex-tractor fan."