Until then….
I’m gonna be shallow!!
For 2009, I’ve been taking a sabbatical from the opposite sex. No, this doesn’t mean I’m the newest member of the ILOVEVAGFOREVERCLUB!
Just…relaxing.
Isn’t it crazy how I can be perfectly content being independent.
SHIT, man.
So…
Dear my mister far, far into the future:
I want you to…
Be knowledgeable about Foreigner songs and sing them dramatically with me whenever I feel like it.
Have a western shirt collection comparable to my compilation of cardigans.
Think Megan Fox looks like she smells like a used pair of gloves at an abortion clinic.
Match up to/challenge my cynicism.
Have the ability to maintain a moderate amount of facial scruff.
Care a bit more about quality than obscurity.
Disregard the “hipster gangsta” trend completely.
Have no problem looking classy once in a while.
Be a fan of art but understand that 99% of art is meaningless crap.
Prefer movie night over dance parties and bar hopping.
Debate with me.
Understand that “dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun” is the infamous drum breakdown in In the Air Tonight by Phil Collins.
Own at least three non-comical ties.
Never have owned a Metallica album.
Be at least six feet tall.
NOT have a crush on any of my female friends.
Have semi curly hair?
Have no problem with my intelligence level.
Make fun of people who flaunt their originality by using STUFF that other people have made to achieve such image.
Pee outside on command.
Take me on people watching and hiking dates.
Read in bed.
Give me space.
Exist.
Or just be this man.
