my guy

He's taller than me. By maybe a head, half a head. Asian. Speaks English eloquently and is fluent in at least one other language. He has a killer smile, strong arms, and lifts me up in the air. He won't kiss me in the light (yet) because he knows I'm uncomfortable. He'll come up behind me and put his arms around my waist and even if I jump at his touch he'll just laugh and ignore it and kiss me on the cheek. He'll lend me his jacket and if I insist that I'm not cold he'll know I'm lying. Better yet, he'll give me a sweatshirt that I can "borrow" but really keep forever. He has a scent. So when I sleep at night in his sweatshirt, I can still smell him. He has a way of hugging me that makes me know I'm safe and I could stay in his arms for the rest of my life. He'll make me laugh until I cry and when I cry he'll make me laugh. He won't smoke and he won't ever, ever race because he knows how much that terrifies me. He's older, but not too old, and he'll pick me up from work or school or he'll randomly decide to surprise me. He doesn't tailgate, or if he does it'll only be because he wants to freak me out and he's a good enough driver to do it. He uses cheesy pick-up lines on me at every opportune moment. I'm comfortable with him, whether on AIM, on the phone, or in person. He doesn't use an umbrella because then he can't kiss me in the rain. He is loyal. My parents love him. My sisters will be fond of him. He will never suffocate me. He is wholly understanding. He smiles when he sees me. He is not too nice. He is mean to me and I am mean to him, and we will fight and yell and bicker but inevitably make up. He is a chivalrous gentleman, but he is not so polite that he is boring. Oh no, he is not boring at all. He is spontaneous at times and romantic and he knows when to be serious and when to be comical. He is not overly emotional and he hangs out with his buddies and he is a real man. He is confident and justly so. He flirts with me, even when he doesn't need to. If I am leaning against the wall he will lean with his arms on either side to corner me. He is assertive. He is charming. He is suave and he is slick. He has maybe even a touch of arrogance. He sends butterflies to my stomach when I see him and I'll swear my heart skips a beat. When I am angry or stressed he can calm me down because his voice is soothing and it is music to my ears. We will make a perfect duet. When he looks at me my heart drops to my stomach. He is chiseled and drop dead sexy. He takes my hand, especially if we are in a crowded place and when it is cold he reaches for it automatically. He will take care of me when I am sick. I will take care of him when he is sick. He does not drink, or if he does, he can hold his own. He does not do drugs and he does not steal or do anything that would merit a term in prison. He will never put me in harm's way. We will hold terrible debates and argue over controversial subjects. He knows exactly how to handle me. I know exactly how to handle him. He is intelligent and he is cool. I adore him and I admire him and he sweeps me off my feet, both literally and figuratively. When I am mad at him for no apparent reason he will fix everything.

Oh my God, I'm going to be single for the rest of my life.