Oh the many things one could do to set my heart aflutter are well documented indeed. Being a boy and wearing perfectly fitting pants (no pleats, neither too tight nor too baggy, inseams anything but too short). Keeping paperbacks in back pockets. Being the lead singer of The National. But this list is by no means exhaustive; I am not a fighter but a lover after all. Here are a few more:
Own a Kitty!
I do love dogs but after spending Sunday with two rambunctious pups my temperament I confirmed is far more suited to felines. And I think we can all agree that this
suits me well. And if it suits you just as well then we are well suited indeed.
Eat Breakfast Cereal!
Oh my God, you guys, cereal is my favorite food in all the wide world. Special K, Honey Bunches of Oats, Rice Krispies (especially with sliced bananas), Frosted Mini Wheats, Cap'n Crunch . . . if you talk cereal with me I will fall in love with you forever. And ever.
Join Me for a Martini or Three!
Grey Goose. Dry. Up. With olives. Bonus points if they're blue cheese-stuffed.
Let Me Cook for You
My mother used to cook for the entire town of Jensen Beach (and parts of Stuart and Port St. Lucie) and it's one of her habits I've happily inherited. But I don't get to do it nearly enough. So come over for dinner! I even bake my own bread!
Don't Make Fun of Me When My Bracket Is Busted on the Second Day of the Tournament.
Stupid fucking Georgetown. Hoya SUXA.