He seems like the kind of guy you could hold hands with in public. The kind of guy who isn’t ashamed to throw his arms around you when you’re walking down the street. He seems like the kind of guy who will purposely make loud smacking noises when he kissing you so you can feel a slight tinge of embarrassment and instinctively check over your shoulder to see if anyone is looking.

He seems like the kind of guy you can whisper jokes to in his ear and he’ll laugh out loud. The kind of guy who would bite your knuckle randomly while it’s intertwined with his own fingers.

He seems like the kind of guy you could rest your head on while waiting on line in the grocery store, the kind of guy who finds his head resting on your lap whenever he can. He seems like the kind of guy who’d rub your back when you’re laying down with him watching old movies. The kind of guy who loves it when you rub his stomach and gently scratch with your fingernails. He seems like the kind of guy who would tease you with fruit and place it between his teeth so you would have to kiss him in order to eat it.

He seems like the kind of guy who would hold your face firmly in his palms while you cried and look you in the eyes to let you know it’s okay. The kind of guy who would wipe your tears away with his thumbs and kiss your wet cheeks. He seems like the kind of guy who’d watch you standing stark naked and say “come here beautiful.” The kind of guy who is relentless when it comes to hugs and kisses. The kind of guy who would make funny faces to make you laugh. The kind of guy who would sit and talk with you for hours – never bored, and always eager to learn more, share more.

He seems like the kind of guy every girl would hope for, but he’d only be interested in you.