50+ Reasons the Boy is Amazing
He posted his own 50+ reasons, and… well, he left a few off. So. I made my own list of 50 reasons I think he’s fantastic. Here they are.
1. He can make an AMAZING CDs. It is DISGUSTING, and I am terribly jealous. I don’t know how he does it, but he can put a track list together like nobody’s business.
2. Home boy can DANCE. Especially with a drink or two in him. Hot DAMN.
3. On that note, his hips are fantastical. Yes. They merit that word.
4. So is his ass, when he has one. Silly boy does not EAT enough.
5. He tries SO HARD for the people he cares about. It’s inspiring.
6. He’s great at late night pep talks. Pep talks, period, really, but that seems to be when they generally end up taking place.
7. He DOES drive a sexy car, and he does drive it like the devil. I love this about him. A lot. Especially when the top’s off. Hee.
8. Boy knows how to dress himself. QUITE well. And when he TRIES? He cleans up GOOD.
9. He can switch between English and Spanish instantly. Listening to him talk on the phone is delightful, truly. He does not go off in French nearly as often as he should, but that’s fine. Boys who speak other languages are hot on a general level.
10. I can take him to watch chick flicks, and he doesn’t bitch endlessly. Actually, let me reword that. I don’t HAVE to drag him to see chick flicks. I love this.
11. He introduced me to one of my favorite bands ever: Bayside. This merits an entire reason, yes. Even if their last album DID suck. A lot. sigh.
12. He entertains the idea of punching a guy for looking at me the wrong way.
13. He has some of the BEST LAUGHS I have EVER had the misfortune of hearing. EVER. Oh my GOD. They’re horrifying.
14. His sense of humor is bitchy and cracked up and just as sick and twisted as mine.
15. He is a fucking artist. I’ve seen what he can do. I demand at least ONE piece for me to hang on my wall one day.
16. I don’t care what he says; I LOVE his eyes. A lot. Part of it’s the lashes. I know dozens of girls who would commit felonies for lashes like his. And part of it’s just this WARMTH there. Especially when he smiles.
17. Even with the braces, the Boy has this blinding, gorgeous smile. It’s contagious.
18. One of my FAVORITE reasons: the Boy has GREAT (I can not emphasize this enough even if I use big, bold, blinking, glittering letters) hair. It’s soft, and it smells amazing, and it has these fantastic natural highlights, and… YEAH. GREAT hair.
19. He is not at ALL afraid of calling a bitch (male, female, in between—it doesn’t matter) on some TERRIBLE style.
20. Speaking of calling a bitch… Sometimes, he unintentionally makes one of his peanut gallery comments just a little too loudly. He may not MEAN for them to hear him sometimes, but sometimes they hear him anyway… It’s hilarious.
21. This boy will cuss people out when they deserve it. He is VICIOUS and VENOMOUS, and it’s downright impressive.
22. He can almost always find the good in people, and he holds onto that with a SAINTLY amount of patience.
23. The boy is a geek. I’ve HEARD him start rambling in Elvish when we thought we were going to die on the back of a that school bus…
24. He’s great with kids. It’s amazing to watch him with children.
25. Speaking of which… one day, he is going to have his own children, and he is going to be a BRILLIANT father. I can’t WAIT to see this.
26. He does have this heart-wrenching romantic streak in him.
27. He’ll try almost anything once.
28. He does not apologize for who he is.
29. He tries so hard to make people happy. It’s sweet, if mildly infuriating when it comes at the cost of his own well-being.
30. He QUIT SMOKING. That, in and of itself, takes a degree of awesomeness a lot of people do not possess.
31. He really values family, both in the biological sense and the selective sense.
32. He at least entertains my ideas of traveling the world. Bless his heart.
33. He is so Southern.
34. AND so ghetto. It’s a fabulous combination.
35. He still believes in holding doors open for girls. He nearly beat me for not letting him open doors for me for so long.
36. He knows all the words to all manner of legendary songs… “At Last” and “My Funny Valentine” and “Ain’t No Sunshine”… And he’s not afraid to sing along.
37. The boy has GREAT taste in music.
38. His lack of self-esteem is cute (when it’s not so bad it’s annoying. ahem.)
39. He makes the best breakfasts EVER. Ever? Ever. I didn’t LIKE eggs until I tried his.
40. He’s adorable when he sleeps. Even when he snores. That takes something special.
41. He goes out of his way to help his friends when they really need him.
42. It’s downright honorable how hard he works to support himself, without anyone else’s help. (Even if it wouldn’t KILL HIM to freaking ASK once in a while.)
43. He doesn’t do anything halfway. He does it with everything he’s got or not at all.
44. He does have fantastic tattoos. Teehee.
45. He’s GREAT at arguing. It’s… mildly infuriating sometimes. But seriously. It’s a talent.
46. The boy is SMART. And not just in terms of intelligent. He’s got SENSE, too. It’s a rare combination.
47. He will totally admit to his guilty pleasures, and he doesn’t apologize for them.
48. The boy is great at Tetris. And… okay, a LOT of video games. But lately, it’s all Tetris…
49. He is such a dog person. This is a GREAT thing.
50. He’s got SO much soul. I think he was a 1920s lounge singer in a past life.
51. He. Smells. Amazing. I LOVE his smell. It’s hard to explain… Even without whatever it is that he wears, he smells good. That has to be one of the most comforting smells in the world to me now. WITH what he wears… yeah, he smells delicious.
52. He surprises me at work. He likes to pretend he’s such an asshole, and then he shows up with cocoa or Krispy Kremes. Few things on this earth make me as happy as the sight of him showing up unannounced in my office.
53. He’s maddeningly creative. I should know; I’m writing/novelizing his story. He’s brilliant.
54. He does not beat around the bush or sugarcoat things. He and I are on the same page in this regard; we are tactlessly honest. He says what he means.
55. He wears fedoras knee-meltingly well.
