I’m dating a guy. I don’t think I’d find much I don’t like about him. He’s polite and kind and opens doors for me. He’s sad, but functional and a perfect combination of the two, at that. He doesn’t crowd me, but he also doesn’t ignore me. He laughs at all the stupid things I say when I wish I hadn’t said them and doesn’t think I’m too weird for saying them. He plays the best songs on guitar and doesn’t move his arm from around me when he sleeps. He’s got great taste in music and movies and tv shows. We have ridiculous amounts of chemistry and compliment each other well, I think. No, I’m not in love with him, but I do think planet fulls of beautiful things about him, and that has to count for something.
Wow. That’s kind of creepy that you know that. Yes, I am.