He's a twenty-year-old day trader (who turns twenty-one on the same day my best friend/soulmate turns twenty-one), and, on our third date, he compared us to Barack and Michelle Obama and kissed me on the lips.

"I wonder if Michelle ever wanted to push Barack off the sidewalk into traffic," I threatened.

"Probably." He grinned.

It was like I threw a punch and he did the limbo under my outstretched arm.

He's absurdly into me, and I'm pretty sure I'm also absurdly into him.

Technically we've only been on two dates, but he counted the night we met as a date...which eventually I counted, too, just because he's so persistent. I would definitely only maybe push him into traffic, now. That's a marked improvement.

Date four is tomorrow.

This sounds like an indie romantic comedy.
» randomjunk on 2012-06-28 03:54:11

^^^
Randomjunk doesn't realize that your entire like is already an indie romantic comedy.
» middaymoon on 2012-06-28 01:28:12

*life
» middaymoon on 2012-06-28 01:32:25

ha. i like the elaborate simile. it's like you jumped into my brain, rang my brainbell, and i let you right in there to play with my cat made of happy.
» thaitanic on 2012-06-28 06:36:02

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