Days that I haven't stayed over at his house, by the way. And I don't like it much, particularly since I become rather affectionate (his word, though not specifically re: this situation) when toasty, and I drank quite a bit tonight. Mm. I miss him. And that's weird. But he's lovely and sweet and intelligent and funny and not hesitant in the slightest to be himself.
He smokes. He doesn't lie or apologize for it, but he does his best not to kiss me with smoker mouth, because I made it clear I don't like that.
He makes crude jokes. He knows they're crude, but he doesn't intend to change himself to please me - and isn't going to fake it, either. How the hell did I find this man?
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