I've managed to snag me one
I think it's fairly official. I have a boyfriend. And I'm happy about it. His name is Chris, and I met him at Pontiac one night while I was waitressing, as I believe I blogged about earlier. Here's a picture of him looking like a car salesman at the bike messenger prom that we went to a couple weeks ago smoking a joint on some forklift in the hallway.
I think he's terribly adorable and I think he's made me into a bit of a chick. Shocking, I'm sure, but I've been cuddling and nuzzling a bit more than I like to admit. He rides a bmx bike, and I love biking around the city with him. There was a little tv stand on wheels by the dumpster at work last night that we tied to the back of his bike and he rode it home for me and carried a mirror for me too. Too good to me, he is. He has a loft bed that he calls a tree house, and it's higher than mine even. His eyes are hazel, and his smile matches mine. He matches a lot of me. He plays with my ears. And gives me eskimio kisses, you know nose kisses. And he tells me how much he loves waking up with me. And he's a gentleman. Makes sure that theres water to drink by the bed when I wake up thirsty and gets food if I'm hungry. I played piano for him for a few hours last week. He plays drums. We rode with the Critical Mass ride last week and it was incredible. There were thousands of people there. He bungy corded a drum and his cowbell to the front of his bike and played through the ride and it was great. We lost eachother for a while, and then luckily found eachother by him playing his drum. I don't get tired of smiling and laughing with him. Sitting in his lap is my favorite place, lately. There's this album he played on and we listened to it last night and today before he left for work. It's really good. He was really excited because it's the first album he played drums as well as other instruments and did vocals. I'm very proud of him. It's been a long time since I was able to trust anyone, really. I've told him more about myself than any of my friends in Chicago know about me. More than most friends, period. But he still wants me for some reason. I had almost forgotten what it feels like to be needed. And to need someone.
I think he's terribly adorable and I think he's made me into a bit of a chick. Shocking, I'm sure, but I've been cuddling and nuzzling a bit more than I like to admit. He rides a bmx bike, and I love biking around the city with him. There was a little tv stand on wheels by the dumpster at work last night that we tied to the back of his bike and he rode it home for me and carried a mirror for me too. Too good to me, he is. He has a loft bed that he calls a tree house, and it's higher than mine even. His eyes are hazel, and his smile matches mine. He matches a lot of me. He plays with my ears. And gives me eskimio kisses, you know nose kisses. And he tells me how much he loves waking up with me. And he's a gentleman. Makes sure that theres water to drink by the bed when I wake up thirsty and gets food if I'm hungry. I played piano for him for a few hours last week. He plays drums. We rode with the Critical Mass ride last week and it was incredible. There were thousands of people there. He bungy corded a drum and his cowbell to the front of his bike and played through the ride and it was great. We lost eachother for a while, and then luckily found eachother by him playing his drum. I don't get tired of smiling and laughing with him. Sitting in his lap is my favorite place, lately. There's this album he played on and we listened to it last night and today before he left for work. It's really good. He was really excited because it's the first album he played drums as well as other instruments and did vocals. I'm very proud of him. It's been a long time since I was able to trust anyone, really. I've told him more about myself than any of my friends in Chicago know about me. More than most friends, period. But he still wants me for some reason. I had almost forgotten what it feels like to be needed. And to need someone.