"Hi, this is God. Can I have my angel back?" "Uh...no."

This is officially the last portion of the Internet I haven't bragged about this on. It's no longer safe either.

See, I was chatting with Boy-Craig, who is in RI, and he was saying how he had this idea but he didn't have the money for it. I asked what idea it was...

Boy-Craig: "I was going to find out the date of your play, talk to one of your friends, go down there by train, get picked up by a friend of yours, watch your show, and surprsise you with roses"

Uhm, where has this boy been for the past my entire life? No one has ever, ever, ever done anything so sweet for me. And it's not like people don't do sweet things for me, they do. But that goes above and beyond sweet. Is there a word for better than sweet?

Boys are not always these evil, nasty, horrid creatures from Hell that I make them out to be. In fact, more often than not they're perfectly fine. (Of course, more often than not they're straight...) The problem, of course, is that those moments where some guy manages to break through my jaded exterior into the hopeless romantic underneath...well, those are the moments I can't get out of my head. And then I'm surprised when it turns out...they're just like any other guy.
But then, sometimes it's totally reasonable that I would be infatuated over a moment like that.

Sometimes boys have manners. They let the guest choose the movie, let the guest have the best seats, they insist on paying and will even offer somewhat valid reasons as to why they should. They treat people with politeness and respect that I haven't seen anything like since I was twelve and my mom was watching my behavior towards my friends like a hawk.
"That'll be 4.50." the woman at the cash register says.
You both reach for your wallets. He's closer to the register, so you say, "I've got it."
"No, I'm the one working. All of the time."
"But it's your morning. I'd be using my parents'," you point out.
He doesn't answer you. He hands his money to the cashier and takes your snacks off the counter. "It just gives me a reason to work more."
You're worth working for.

And when a boy can make you feel like the world is standing still, on a city or on a beach. Those incredible moments when nothing is happening anywhere except in that little bubble, that little universe, where only the two of you exist.
"We really should call people, see if there's anything going on tonight," you suggest.
"I'm having fun just walking around the city," he says.
I'm having fun just being with you.

Or when a guy, innocent (well, more so than me) and adorable, just asks, shyly, if you might go out with him some time. "I met a guy," he says to you in that voice that clearly says he's talking about you, but to your face, "He's cute. He seems nice. I'm thinking of asking him out. What do you think I should do?"
You smile, you play the game with him. "Well, you should ask and see what says."
He smiles back. He's glad you're playing along, but he knows what that means. It's all the confidence boost he needed -- he's pretty confident anyways. "Do you want to go out sometime?"
You're playing it nonchalantly, but you want to throw a party. I mean, about damn time, right? "Sure."
"Okay." He smiles again. I'm ecstatic that you like me.