My dopamine levels are now THROUGH. THE. ROOF.
Just replace elfin shaggy-haired punk rock dude with me = perfecto, gracias.
I could go on (and on, and on): The sexy as all hell outfit, the adorable haircut, the glow/ the eyes/ the perfect height/ the silly grin/ the singing voice/ the talking voice/ the laugh (oh, the laugh. sigh)/ the enthusiasm/ the gameness to hold mini-dude's hand/ the everything the anything oh stop me now I'm obsessed.
But really now, how is someone possibly so painfully captivating?
Just so ridiculously perfect. (
[02:37 - my ovaries are still in epileptic shock.]