two am. saturday night.
All I can think is that the guy I have an explicable attraction to, by all accounts, lacks a sense of humor. He is, based on mutual acquaintances, not at all amusing. Hilarious is, however, the number one quality I look for in friends, guys, life.
My rationale for continuing to pine for him, without a reason beyond his adorable face: “I’m so funny, I can carry it for both of us.”
Oh, okay, kiddo. Makes sense, you know, because I’ve got enough personality for two people?