Well, it’s finally happened. After years of horrible boyfriends, pointless crushes, and mediocre dates, I’ve finally found someone who not only can keep up with my runaway trains of thought (or at least attempt to ride along), but makes me want to be better than I am.
He’s fun, handsome, and has an amazing heart. Bonus features include a witty sense of humor and the ability to hug away sadness. Oh, and he’s super strong. It’s like I have my own personal Superman, but without the awkward tights and cape.
Anyway, I thought I should do the guy some justice and brag on him a bit. No longer am I the potential crazy cat lady or suffering from mediocre love life syndrome, which is a really nice change of pace.
Our Father's Mustache 