I worry sometimes that I bore you. I want nothing more than to make you happy, but the truth is that I have as good a time watching ugly betty on the couch with you all day long as I do any other time I’m with you. the fun in spending time with you, for me, is is not when we take a bus to north Carolina and see 3d art exhibits. It’s when we’re on the bus and I happen to make you laugh because I can’t say “hippopotamuses” or when we both break out into song for no reason at all. When I say “going out with you”, it’s the “going out” that bores me, but the “with you” that gets me out of bed.

Of course, none of this matters because you’re spectacular, I’m a coward, and your boyfriend is great.