Guys. GUYS. You don’t understand how hot my boyfriend is. I say this not to brag (okay, a little to brag) but to try to understand HOW THIS HAPPENED TO ME. One minute I’m dating a reasonably handsome if somewhat boring fellow who weighs about as much as I do and would probably live across the street from his mom his whole life if given the chance, and then THIS glorious, bearded bastard sits down next to me in InDesign class last spring and suddenly up is down and the universe makes no sense anymore.
Listen, I’m a fairly attractive lady. I’m not winning any Miss America pageants but I’m not half bad. I have giant brown eyes and a weird, gypsy-like appeal, because although I am 100% pure bred American, I look like the Mediterranean threw up a cute girl. Guys tend to find that look, combined with my “get the fuck away from me” attitude to be very mysterious and alluring. So I’m not trying to say I’m not good/hot enough to date this man, but SERIOUSLY. SERIOUSLY. I don’t know how this happened. Almost 8 months later and I am still very, very confused.
All I know is I’m glad he has no idea how wonderful he is. Because he is just as beautiful on the inside, which makes him a freaking force of nature, and I am scared he’ll someday have to like go save the world and leave me.
I don’t know where this was going.