Of course he's my boyfriend...

He doesn't like pie except for apple pie with a scoop of ice cream on top.
He doesn't like cheesecake, tomatoes, wine, beer, sapphires, coffee, or things that are more than mildly spicy.
He can't drive stick. Yet.
He would tell his son he's never to use such-and-such a swear word ever again, and then turn around and brag about it to his friends, "Guess what my boy said today?"
He'd have been thrilled if I'd gotten a speeding ticket or two on the way to Pittsburg.
It would've taken us an hour less to get to Pittsburg if he had been driving.
He gets excited watching other people get pulled over.
He wants to go to jail just for the experience.
And he says I'm every guy's dream girl because I like driving, and drove the whole way. There and back.

*sighs and refrains from smirking* Of course he's my boyfriend. Of course...

If he's gonna do it, he's gonna do it all out.
He's in love with diamonds.
If he's done it once, he usually doesn't want to do it again.
He's always setting goals. And achieving them.
He's an amazing business man.
He's crazy creative -- I taught him a couple dance moves and he started making up dance routines and we ended up having a rather large audience standing around and grinning as we twirled on the dance floor.
He's opening his own Vocelli's. In a few months.
He's got a solid, child-like faith.
He knows things will work out. So he doesn't worry.
He calls me beautiful.
He says no matter what, if I need it, he'll hold me until I'm all better.
He says he's blessed to have me.
Songs are better spoken.....from him.
He sings better if I don't watch him while he does.
He still calls his parents "mommy" and "daddy"
He hasn't grown out of being adorable -- just watch him when he's excited...or singing and notices that I'm watching him.

*laughs* Of course he's my boyfriend....of course.