Hair’s too long and in your eyes/
Posting a picture of him would be a bad idea, and not only because it would be creepy. It would just never come across. You know when you like someone so much it’s terrifying? Like, he gets messy-drunk and starts singing U2 to your friends boyfriend and doing way too canny impressions of an orangutan drinking lager and you end up more retarded for him at the end of the night than before that happened? Like that. A picture, also, could not demonstrate how Southern and riddled with issues and special and dreamy he is. Or how many hours he’s clocked in heels, due to a prolific theater background. A venerable laundry list of turn-ons. Think of Rufus Wainwright if he were from Tennessee, only just a little teensy bit fey and sent you one word text messages for every 3 normal-length texts you sent him. Then you’ll get at least a little bit of it. Also, listen to that song below. It would help if you were high, too, and in a field or prairie just after it rained. Also imagine you haven’t had sex in like 20 months. Not because you haven’t, but because that’s how badly you want him to come over and tear you to fucking pieces.
So, yeah, I like him. He’s kinda my Jordan Catalano.
