Dorky is Beautiful

 Is it weird that I find dorky women attractive? The Amy Santiagos, The Fleabags, The Holly Flaxs.  Is it it just me or does every other person fall for these people. I mean look at you.. if someone said that the smartest most opinionated and the most weirdest woman I ever knew would fall for me one day I'd laugh at their face. Turns out, being outright smart is not the only thing attractive about you. What's even more attractive is your dorkiness.. your awkward social skills and the fact that you choose to flaunt it with so much pride. Or the fact that you chose to be with someone like me... Everything about you is weird. 

You know when was the time I decided you're the one? It's at that new years party we met for the first time. I saw you walking out to the balcony looking for a lighter, hoping someone said smoking kills.. you were lucky ( or rather I was) to find me there.. cursing myself that I should stop smoking soon. We shared cigarettes, had a good laugh, a fun conversation and I really never expected to meet you again. I mean I did stalk you on LinkedIn, instagram and twitter. But I never really did think I'll meet you again. Fate had it that we had to meet again. And wasn't I jumping with joy!! 

For someone who is extremely awkward and shy around girls he likes... It was really bold of me to ask you out on a date.... You know I'd been carrying the ring since after our firts date? I knew you were the one right after you snorted laughing at my stupid jokes. And to this day, and for all the days that we have ahead of us... My only attempt everyday is to make you snort.. with my stupid jokes. the way you make monkey faces, the way you dance on the couch, your pathetic sense of humor, your stupidest ways of reconciling after our million fights, your unapologetic burps and farts (sometimes synchronised), your abysmal navigation skills..our constant battle for blanket and bed space ( I hate it that you never fall for.my Hug and Roll trick).  Your nose pin, the way you adjust your glasses with your left hand, your mascara, the way you nastily judge girls wearing heels and boys wearing low waist jeans all these things makes me wonder why men look for perfection..  everything about imperfect is so attractive and pure. 

That snort and that spilled glass of beer is to this day the best moment I have ever had with you and I shall always attempt to recreate that every single time.

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