I feel the need to gush, friends.
I have an amazing boyfriend. And as I'm sure that anyone reading this knows little about my man I'll describe my marvelous find for you.
First off, my man is brilliantly smart. He has his master's already in freaking biology. Oh, and he minored in creative writing and knows a hell of alot about...well everything. To contrast this I have my BA in Theatre Management. *Cough*. He readily knows far too much about far too many things. For example, he is able to intelligently discuss with me the nature of why American theatre is suffering, and critic my notions for how to improve marketing. He does this with as much knowledge and creativity as my former classmates. And then of course there are the decisions about ancient civilizations, animal mating habits, music, film, society, politics, serial killers, and just about anything he finds even momentary interest in. To say the least he's wicked intelligent.
He's a kid at heart which is adorable instead of annoying. Mostly because this manifests as him being the most fun-loving man I've ever dated. He loves his video games and watching reruns of old TV shows. He quotes random movie and TV lines with me all the time. He loves a wide range of music and will sing along with me when we go on our many road trips. He's constantly thinking of new activities for us to do and I can't remember ever not enjoying them, most specifically because he makes everything more entertaining.
He's the funniest dude I've ever dated. Ever. And that's saying something. One of my exes was a stand-up comedian.
He's incredibly talented. He's a writer of both nonfiction articles that have been published and movies. He makes them with his good friend, and he both produces and acts in them. The first they made together recently won an award. I've watched them work on their latest, and they are professional and dedicated. There is genuine talent that they exhibit, and I find it incredibly impressive.
He's nurturing and caring. If I'm the least bit sad he takes notice and does whatever he can to make me smile. When my depression has become an issue he's offered to help in anyway he can, and gets angry when he realizes that he can't fix the problem himself. He holds me when I need it, and kisses me for no reason. He is the exact amount of sweetness that I could ask for without being annoying about it.
And finally...ummm...he's hot. My boy works out at the gym at least four times a week (I go with him, so if anyone is following me from years of prior blogs...hooray for finally being on track). One of his favorite things to do in his spare time is to go out into the wild and hike. He's got muscly arms and a manly, handsome face. The first few times that we went on dates I found myself not listening to him because I was thinking, "My GOD he's cute!"
Above all else, though, my man loves me. When he got the job offer that brought us out to Barstow, he waited about two weeks to accept. I know part of that time was because he was deciding if he wanted to move in general, but I found out later that part of the delay was deciding if he could ask me to go with or not.
After he asked me I obviously had trepidation. Max and I had only been dating a couple months at that point, and although I knew I loved him and wanted to be with him, I didn't know if now was a good time to start something incredibly serious with this guy. I mean Max and I don't want to have kids and are pretty sure we don't want to get married...so living together is the most intense relationship move that he and I will do.
But Max was patient with me as I made up my mind. He answered my MANY questions, and made it crystal clear that this was a move of love and not wanting to hedge off loneliness. What finally made the decision for me was when I found out that he had called the company and told them that he might not be coming after all. Why did he do this? Because I told him I didn't think I could justify the move. That's right, my wonderful Max was willing to turn down a job he would love in the part of the country he desperately wanted to be in...for me. To stay with me. After I found that out I realized how much he cared for me. And if he was willing to make that big of a sacrifice to be with me...well I could sacrifice for him.
I'm happy with Max. He's a great compliment to me that is pushing me to be the best person possible all the time. He's an incredibly positive influence and I love him deeply.
Now I'm going to stop gushing. My man is beginning to wake up on this Sunday morning, and I think I'm going to make him some french toast. Cause I love him. Muchly.
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