I know I promised myself I wouldn't put nauseatingly adorable posts on here about my boyfriend, but I decided he deserves this one. So here we go.
The basics: He's 6'2". He's brown. Dark brown eyes. He's got a large nose (which, incidentally, is fun to fence with). He's got hair that creeps into his eyes and looks awful when he's just woken up.
And he's one of the cutest, funniest, sweetest guys I've met.
The not-so-basics (there's a lot more of these):
He's an avid gamer. Maybe avid's not a strong enough word. Passionate. Obsessive. Something along those lines. He's economical- our first date was at Taco Bell :) And I don't think he really understands the word no or the concept of giving up, because as far as I've seen, when he really wants something, he GETS it. Whether we're talking about his black belt, his membership in a frat, finally becoming an Eagle Scout, or even me.
He's the strong, silent type, to an extent. It isn't easy to get him to talk sometimes, but once you DO get him talking (whether it's about Mass Effect or Kanye West), he doesn't shut up. At the same time, he's got a deadpan sense of humor that never fails to make me laugh, even when I'm EXTREMELY pissed off. (Granted, this is when he tries to physically rearrange my face into a smile. Which kind of hurts sometimes. But still. It's funny.) And if you're being hypocritical or unjust, he'll tell you that that's what you're doing, regardless of who you are.
He has his quirks. He thinks he's super mysterious (which he's not.) He enjoys touching the feet of people who are younger than him (even though he's NOT SUPPOSED TO). He's not very into sports. I know that when he watches the Superbowl tonight, he won't know what the hell is going on. ***EDIT. I WAS WRONG. he apparently DID know what was going on.*** He does, however, seem to like noses. His own nose always seems to pick up spicy smells even if the smell he's SUPPOSED to be picking up is sweet or fruity. After taking four years of Spanish, he still doesn't know that cojones is the Spanish word for balls. He thinks he's a shark, because he's misunderstood. He enjoys feeding people and is a devout believer in the healing power of food. He does fruity pushups (Any pushup in which you don't go down all the way and push yourself back up is not a legit pushup. Sorry.) He's generous with his chewing gum. He steals knives from Woody's. And most importantly, he's extremely proud of his lovely complexion.
Overall, let's face it- he's a crazy guy. But he's as strong, generous, compassionate and determined as they come. And he's just as sentimental as I am, if not more. He knows how to have a good time and joke around, as friends, but at the same time, he knows how to be...more than that. He gives hugs that make you never want to leave him. He treats me like a guy and a girl at the same time. And he's extremely close to understanding the gigantic fiery ball of crazy that is me. And this is why he's damn near everything I wanted or needed.
He's not too bad on the eyes either.
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