And I think he's pretty awesome. He's funny, kind, thoughtful, smart, friendly, an excellent listener, and not a douche bag. He's tall, dark, handsome, and plays the guitar. He makes me smile pretty much every hour of the day. What more could a girl ask for, right?
Well, there is more. He sings the boy parts in Mates of State songs while I sing the girl parts. He likes Wilco and Broken Social Scene almost (ok maybe just as much) as I do. He understands my undying love for Jeff Tweedy and is ok with it.
He opens doors, buys my ice cream when I've had a bad day, and holds my hand. He picks me up for dates and doesn't mind that most dates include my friends.
He hates spiders but isn't afraid of roaches. Good thing spiders don't scare me, but just the mention of a roach and I am completely freaked out.
He is probably the only person on this planet that can touch my feet without tickling them.
He has the friendliest smile I have ever seen, and he does this thing with his mouth when he doesn't know what to say that is so adorable it makes me want to die. He says cute things like "gnarly punk band" and "So when can I call you my girlfriend." He sends me vomit worthy text messages every day and put me as his #1 friend on myspace.
He puts his hands in my hair/face when he kisses me, and it took him forever to finally grab my ass (sorry JJ and Matty!).
He claims he won't take me to see Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants Part 2, but I know if I really wanted him to, he would. Just as long as I would promise to watch some horribly gross horror movie with him.
But the best part is that he thinks I'm pretty dang amazing too.
Yeah, I think I'll keep him around for a while.
4 comments:
um, can I date him too?
i'm pretty sure he wouldn't mind.
And... he makes you want to blog more!! I love him already!
PS. this thing made me type fiotch? What a weirdo!
yay for new boyfs!
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