He's not the one for me. And I'm not the one for him. I can't be, unless we can get past that whole existence of God thing :\
It's one thing to go to church to find cute girls, another to truly believe. Although others gave me the impression that he wasn't all that devout, I beg to differ. I couldn't argue with someone so dependent on faith for motivation, or rehabilitation, not if I really cared about them. And I do. I care about him. So I wouldn't want to hurt his feelings like that. I couldn't :( Because my
lack of faith is not something I'm willing to compromise on.
That's not going to stop me from wanting his affections, but hopefully it does keeps me from doing anything stupid (like confessing my feelings). I should also mention that after some social network stalking, I found that (of course) he likes girls with strong personalities, who are easygoing yet spontaneous. And of course, that's not me; not by first impression anyway. People don't generally react well to my flower on the wall to loud-mouthed nuisance transformation. Because if they liked me for being quiet they don't like when I speak up later. I do fit the latter requirements though, for what it's worth. Anyway. I should be thinking about prospects as well, though I hadn't even given a crap about them before when it came to him.
He's worked straight out of high school. He can't spell (or chooses to spell things wrong). He teases me a lot and I have to remember not to feel like crap when he does because he's only joking. And to be frank, he has facial hair. All of these things would usually bother me. But with him, they don't.
I'm still blinded by my infatuation and all I know is that I want him for myself because I've already reached the point where I go to unnecessary means to see him (and when I do my metaphorical heart aches), the point where I wait and pray he pays some attention to me (no matter how minuscule, and even even though I can never bring myself to meet his gaze), the point where I always feel like something's missing once we part. Fucking ridiculous. I'm a wreck.