I love that he tells me his secrets.
My favorite boy had me over last night to hang out and watch some old documentary on the murder of three young boys. Fifteen minutes into it I told him we needed to watch something else because it was completely fucking with my emotions and I have yet to cry in front of him. So we instead watch countless Foo Fighters music videos while he played air guitar and sang to me. I then convinced him to shave his perfect beard into a mutton chops/super long sideburns mixture. He didn’t believe me when I told him I thought he looked absolutely adorable - but I was 100% serious. We fell asleep watching My Name Is Earl, but not before he randomly made the best cheese dip ever. This boy is real, people. I’ve found him.