On a Scale of Awkward to Mikey's Knees...
So totally Mikey’s knees, guys.
My physical therapist’s assistant, Adam, is way too perfect.
He likes jazz and comics. (We debated the existence of the non-existent squid in Watchmen and came to this conclusion: Pics or it didn’t happen!) He’s got curly hair and slightly dorky glasses. (I asked how glasses in general manage to get so grungy and he said it’s all dead skin cells and dandruf and oil. Gross and accurate. It made him snort when I asked. It rocked.) He listens to Avenged Sevenfold and doesn’t seem to mind that I can’t stand Circa Survive. He likes my World Contamination hoodie- he even let me ramble about MCR while I did only slightly uncomfortable exercises (and he says he likes my posture, too!!).
I have a crush on the guy that’s probably going to get too familiar with me from the hips down over the next month, and not in the fun way. Someone fucking save me from myself.
My physical therapist’s assistant, Adam, is way too perfect.
He likes jazz and comics. (We debated the existence of the non-existent squid in Watchmen and came to this conclusion: Pics or it didn’t happen!) He’s got curly hair and slightly dorky glasses. (I asked how glasses in general manage to get so grungy and he said it’s all dead skin cells and dandruf and oil. Gross and accurate. It made him snort when I asked. It rocked.) He listens to Avenged Sevenfold and doesn’t seem to mind that I can’t stand Circa Survive. He likes my World Contamination hoodie- he even let me ramble about MCR while I did only slightly uncomfortable exercises (and he says he likes my posture, too!!).
I have a crush on the guy that’s probably going to get too familiar with me from the hips down over the next month, and not in the fun way. Someone fucking save me from myself.