I re-met the perfect man on Saturday. He was someone I had AP Spanish with in high school. When he came into the room and someone introduced us, I said, "well, we kind of know...." And he interrupted me with "yeah, AP Spanish, right?" I was really impressed with his ability to be truthful that he remembered which class we had together 10 effing years ago. I'd remembered, but most people would probably pretend they didn't remember.
He paid for the rest of the meal when it came up short, he allowed all others to go in front of him, he gave me half of his milkshake when I said I wanted a sip, and he let me take a picture of the two of us even though he knew I was going to tag it as "Asian Ryan Gosling."
He is perfection. He even smelled good. And he's a genuine nice guy. I wish I knew the best woman in the world to hook him up with.
Plus, he's an effing rocket scientist. Like for real.
I'm pretty sure I made him the most uncomfortable he's even been by telling him he's perfection and the Asian Ryan Gosling. But that's okay.
I give you the picture: