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top ten things I love about my bf

1. He's super tall. like a tree trunk of a man, in the very best way.

2. He said it should be on everyone's bucket list to see me at an Indiana game.

3. When we'd been talking for like two weeks, he further stated, "not to get embarrassingly ahead of myself, but I noticed that IU is playing UConn in NYC in December. We should go."
   3a. He was not embarrassingly ahead of himself or, ahead of himself in any way at all.

4. He once got in trouble, kinda, for singing Easy Like Sunday Morning to a crowded lobby at a Red Lobster in Mobile, Alabama, and there is really not a better story to be told by anyone, ever.

5. He's going to give me a golfing lesson and says we'll have a hands on approach. Wink. (He didn't say "wink" though. That was all me.)

6. Regarding us both being 35+ and still/ currently single he said, and I quote, "in my limited knowledge of country music, god bless the broken road."
   6a. i mean i was basically just putty already, but definitely from then on.

7. "Our" first "song" was Bryan McKnight's Back at One.

8. Speaking of, he's like a dream come true
   8a just want to be with him
   8b cause it's plain to see that he's the only one for me
   8c repeat 8 + 8a thru c
   8d i made him fall in love with me.
   8e i will never believe my work is done, but if i did i'd start back at... 8, for this exercise. but, you know, as the song actually explains, I'd start back at one. Which is also fine for this exercise.

9. He told me he loves how i organize my thoughts, and adores my writing, and it's like there are these compliments out there that you didn't even know you wanted or needed to hear, and then they are communicated to you and.... again, pile of putty. Love putty.

10. "How i compare thee to a watermelon beer."

Bonus Things

*The first time I heard his voice over the phone I was so damn taken aback that I drove 45 minutes in the wrong direction.

*It wasn't the first time I'd heard his voice, since we probably met at some point between elementary school and our respective college graduations.

*We definitely chatted when Laurel I worked at the movie theater because (take this to your grave) I used to give him free large cokes and then he'd wink at me. I had my reasons. I wasn't even flirting, unless I'm remembering it wrong. (A very short version of one of these exchanges is totally getting written into my manuscript.)

*Before reuniting now, we think we last saw each other between the years of 2003 - 2008 when he stopped by the restaurant where I was working, in order to meet his friend. We chatted, according to him. I wish I remembered. I might, vaguely.

*I had just ended a 4+ year relationship on July 4th (Independent!) and was considering staying single until Stella finished high school. The revolving door of Men Who Were Wrong for Me was getting less than classy. However, I think I had fallen in love with him by August 6th at the latest.

*This whole thing sprung up just because we were just kind to one another, and now it's a beautiful love story.



I could go on. My love for him will go on. Like Titanic style, but in a less depressing dying in the water way. 

But I won't. I can't wait any longer for him to read this.

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