All I really want is a boyfriend to do stuff with. I just want to be able to do cute stuff like hold your hand while driving and sing really badly to the radio or buy you gifts and when you ask me why I’ll say, “just because.” I want to playfully kiss you when you’ve had a bad day and aren’t in the mood but let me anyway because I think that bit of submission is a turn on. I want to jokingly have arguments with you about the most ridiculous things and never admit that I’m wrong because I don’t want it to end. I want to laugh with you; all the time. Don’t ever stop laughing. I want us to cuddle and then fall asleep after going out all day and once we wake up during the late hours of the night and realize we’re both hungry we can just go to IHOP because nothing beats breakfast at midnight. You know it; we both do. And while you’re eating your pancakes or your waffles or whatever it is that you fancy from their menu I’ll tell you how cute you look under this lighting even if there’s a smidge of syrup on the side of your mouth. Afterwards I’ll leave the waiter a generous tip because doing stuff like this with you puts me in such a good mood. We’ll hold hands while leaving and then again while driving home until we fall asleep and I wake up to your face the next day.
It’s not a lot to ask for, really. I can do all of these things but just not without a “you.”