This guy I know..

He can build anything, and it will last forever. Has the best laugh. Loves my family more than his own. He never complains or whines. Knows computer stuff. His eyes are the bluest I have ever seen. Can make me crack up with one word. Never bad mouths or belittles anyone, even the people he doesn't like. Is a manly man. Knows stuff like geothermal hydraulics, Pythagorean theorem, and Roman empire artillery. Tells me I'm the best. Can find any address in any city, and will ask directions. Can carry my world on his shoulders. Thinks I walk on water. Watches the bloodiest scarriest show but cries when little kids get hurt on the evening news. Worries about my future. Is polite. Brags me up to his friends. Does my laundry better than me. Writes me songs. Has medals and trophy's he has never spoke of. Buys me flowers and waters them. Is more ceative than me, but doesn't consider himself artistic. Sharpens my knives. Doesn't spend hours watching sports or playing games without me. Has studied my ancestry. Tunes my motorcycle that he hates. Has never said no to me.

But things are not all wonderful with him. He hates my cat. Cannot pay a bill. Is a slob. Won't dance. Can't remember my birthday. Or anniversary. Watches the same movies over and over. Is experiencing hearing loss. He eats crap. Whistles out of tune under his breath. Doesn't know music. Valls baby oil "fore play in a bottle." Likes to wake up early. Gets in my way. Can't dress himself. Half the time doesn't spell my name right. Get frustrated when I sit on the sink and pick my face. Has no sense of smell. Is jealous. The thought that he make much more money than I do bothers me. Doesn't have an adventurous bone in his body. Comes from a long line of certifiable crazes. Listens to talk radio. Loves White Castles. Pesters me about reading too much. Then begs me to read out loud to him. Tells me when to go to bed. Plans every holiday and weekend around fishing. Hides my library books and dry cleaning instead of returning them. Watches the weather channel and get exasperated when I don't know current weather conditions or forecasts. Likes golf.

But I can't imagine my live without him. He is the yang to my yin. He is the reason I keep a wad of bail money cash in the shoe in my closet. Why I know the difference between a terrarazal and poured concrete floor. He is boyscout to my wild child. The only call I will take before dawn and smile. The peanut butter to my jelly and the salt on my popcorn. How I know the barameteric pressure on the coast. The reason I am gratefull for the fishing lure birthday present two months early. Due to him I can dance alone, without being self concious, if I have too. He is the Abbot to my Costello and the Benny to my June. This guy is something.