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XX things I like about him
- Pheromones. Obviously.
- That he cuts his hair. Regularly.
- And irons his shirts
- and keeps his stubble groomed.
- (His stubble. His ears. The color of his hair. The softness of it.)
- His posture. Spotted him instantly, with his bike, in the fog and darkness. Quite a Rapunzel moment with me in the window, him in the yard (though I walked down to let him in)
- That he is kind to his sister
- and obviously proud of his family.
- 'i like my body when it is with your/body. ...'
- That he cares about stuff. The world, politics, ethics
- but not in your face political.
- The fact that he won second price for "best butt" at a graduation celebration, but didn't tell me until now, nor dresses to emphasize the fact.
- Oh, yes, that too.
- Caring. Like, reminding me that I need to eat before the concert when I'm reluctant to get up and hit the shower.
- Entwining his fingers with mine when we're in bed, from the start.
- How his smile creeps up to his eyes.
- His stern brow and patrician nose.
- Not being overly tidy.
- The atmosphere in his home.
- Coming with me to a party so he could meet my friends.
- Being easy to talk to. About most things, sex included.
- And that he's a half-decent kisser.
- Making time for me in a crazy schedule.
- Music. Any type of string music makes me smile, and fall a little, these days.
- Cycling everywhere. Together.
- Being a foregone conclusion.
- My christmas present. (That I got one. And what it was).
- That he buys müsli without raisins, just for me.
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