Tonight, I really just want a boy to come home to so I can rest on his shoulder and he can stroke my hair (I have very soft hair, it’s one of my best traits (that and my top-notch spelling abilities) so it’s not like it would be a huge hardship for him) and tell me I’m pretty and bring me hot chocolate and possibly massage various body parts. (Don’t worry, I’m not one of those girls who say they want a boyfriend but actually want like a faceless sensitive guy who plays the acoustic guitar and is there for them and has no personality and demands nothing more of them than that they allow him to stroke their exceptionally soft hair and bring them things. When he was tired and discouraged and his eyes were so dry and tired from planes and computers that he felt like they were going to fall out of his head, I would be right there to let him rest his head on me and stroke his hair and tell him how pretty he is and bring him hot chocolate and massage his parts for him.)

But I don’t really need all that; I’d settle for the hot chocolate.

I still say I should try to use “I’m an excellent speller” as a pick-up line.