every morning he lets the alarm go off many times, which WOULD be annoying.
except that every time he jumps out of bed to go turn it off, he jumps back in and immediately pulls me close for a snuggle, and then he falls back to sleep immediately, still hugging me.
so every morning i get snuggled anew 5, 6, or 7 times, depending on how tired he is and how many times he hits snooze.
i actually look forward to the alarm going off.
he told me he wants to grow his hair out.
here is an example photo he sent me.
Is that what you want your hair to look like?
Well… that’s what I want to look like. In general.
often he will have just woken up and he’ll tell me what he was dreaming about.
this morning, immediately after he turned off the alarm and crawled back into bed:
I just read my horoscope!*
Oh yeah? What did it say?
It was talking about my love matches. Aquarius is good.**
Yeah, and you know what it said about February birthdays?***
Yeah. Renork. R-E-N-O-R-K. Renork.
And then he rolled himself up in the blanket like a burrito and went back to sleep.
*no he hadn’t
***my birthday is in February
i’m always cold and he keeps the bed warm. so when i snuggle up to him it’s like having an electric blanket. a living sexy electric blanket that says nice things.
i know sometimes he wishes he were taller but i think he is just perfect where he is. i don’t have to stretch my neck up or crick it down to kiss him. his mouth is very conveniently located. and i like kissing him, so that’s nice.
this is a big one.
sometimes the surprises are big, like on Christmas morning when he surprised me with a scavenger hunt (complete with written, rhyming clues) that led me to each of my presents, and then he had one final, large present hidden that he surprised me with after all the other presents were opened.
other times they’re small and silly. like the time i went to get the leftover pizza out of the car, thinking we’d left it there, and he’d hidden it nonsensically on the outside steps. “surprise,” he said. well, it WAS surprising. and it made me laugh.
that’s always comforting. it lets me know that should, god forbid, things ever end between us, he won’t come after me with an axe.
they talk on the phone a lot. he is always very nice to her.
he doesn’t like it when i say things about him are “cute.” So i’ll just say his freckles are “fucking awesome.”
this morning i got out of bed to go to work and fumbled around for shoes and pants in the low morning light. one shoe on, bedhead, struggling into my clothes. very possibly not the cutest look i’ve ever featured.
i looked up to see him checking me out from his tangle of bedclothes.
"you’re beautiful," he said, then rolled over and immediately went back to sleep.
on one of our early dates, i told him that i liked it when guys were chivalrous.
"like what?" he asked.
"oh, you know," i said. "like when guys make sure they walk on the outside of the sidewalk, and stuff. when it seems like they want to protect me."
ever since that day he has always, ALWAYS, without exception, made sure that i am on the inside of the sidewalk.
one of the first times he slept over, i went into the bathroom to wash my face and when i returned he was standing nude next to my bed, one foot up on it in a “i have explored this turf and CONQUERED it” sort of way, and a very proud look on his face.
i have seen this look many times. he also enjoys surprising me when i find him in different parts of the house in different naked poses.
seriously he can’t get enough of being naked. he has no shame and i love it.
he reads synth blogs and posts to them sometimes. he talks nonstop about synthesizers to me as if i’ll understand a word of it, which i don’t. but i love it nonetheless because i think it’s sexy when people get excited about things.
another upside is that he plays for me, and i love it.
This is a pretty easy one. Who wouldn’t love a guy who surprised them with tickets to a Pixies concert? The answer is simple: Only somebody who doesn’t know jack shit.
My boyfriend took me to a Pixies concert and he kept looking over the whole time to see how thrilled I was.* At one point he said something about how lucky he was to have a girl who was so excited about going to see the Pixies. He’s got it twisted since I’m the lucky one, but if he wants to keep saying and thinking things like that, it is totally fine with me.
Afterwards, he asked me if I wanted a street hot dog. I didn’t. But if I had? He’d have bought it for me. I’m telling you… this guy.
*on a scale of one to ten, i was super fucking thrilled