Dairy of a Madman

Actually, 10 things, because I’m in list mode today:

10. When she dances, she epitomizes fluidity and grace. For all that I’ve preached and practiced adapting a more elementally water-like life, she embodies it physically.

9. Her vocabulary is amazing. I knew that I would fall in love with her on the day that she used the word “atavistic” in a sentence, and didn’t blink.

8. She is guarded and private, but somehow she’s not distant or cold. It’s a dichotomy that I never would have imagined; it’s a trait that I never would have thought I would find attractive. But I do.

7. She is loyal and dedicated to both friends and family.

6. Watching her occasionally have her non-sequitur moments (when her blood sugar drops too low, she has the attnetion span of a hyperactive child on a sugar binge) is one of the most endearing things that I have ever done. I’m not sure why, but I think this is incredibly cute.

5. She has the body of an 18 year old, and of a dancer. Sorry — I’m still male, somewhere underneath all this romanticism.

4. Sleepy feet that keep accurate rhythm and tempo. I think only a musician could appreciate this.

3. She rarely gets offended by the over-the-boundaries things that pop out of my mouth sometimes. And when she does, it’s more cute than angry.

I think. At least, that’s what I choose to believe.

2. Her amazing nerditude. I never would have imagined that I would meet a woman who enjoys reading comics or watching sci-fi and horror. It’s nice to be able to enjoy these things with someone, to talk about Ellis and Gaiman and Bendis and Whedon, as opposed to having someone tolerate those things you probably should have let go with other childish things.

1. Watching her sleep is perhaps the most at peace I’ve ever felt. I can’t explain this, outside perhaps of my empathy kicking, but hearing her deep breaths and watching her eyes flicker behind closed lids in the half-light coming in through the window, feeling her skin against mine and smelling the scent of her hair — nothing else puts me in a place where everything is and always has been and will be right in the universe.

(Please, try to come up with something more original than a vomit reference in your comments)

(Better, save them for someone who isn’t happy with life)