Let's see... he is definitely not a creep; he is very handsome in my eyes (however, did I mention that I am terribly nearsighted?); not too smart (doesn't know when to stop talking); strong enough (can open jars). Oh, he knows when he is wrong (admits often enough); thinks before speak? (see above). Pulls out my chair and opens doors only if my arms are broken... ; he will make love to my mind (but he has difficulty in locating where my mind is); make love until my body's... wha..what? I don't think she means itchin' really, does she? I don't know about sandwich, but he brings me everything I need... err, sometimes what I don't need.
Wait wait... there are lots of other things that aren't listed. Oh well, I couldn't wait any longer... so I stopped praying, and he's what I got.
Anyway, he thinks I am the best thing that's ever happened to him. That's pretty good, don't you think?
