The Boy is funny. And not just in that way that people describe others as being "funny." The Boy is witty and quick and intelligent and therefore the real-deal-funny. No one makes me laugh as hard as he does.

The Boy once brought me a brand-new bag of Baked Cheetos after he and my sister, on separate occasions, polished off an entire bag before I had the chance to have even one.

The Boy and I have the same job. Sort of.

The Boy makes a mean martini. And the best cup of coffee.

The Boy has a tremendous amount of faith. He goes to church every Sunday and is active in his church. But once in a great while he will call me to say that he's staying home to watch "Meet The Press."

The Boy is charming and has been known to grab unsuspecting mothers by the hand and swing them around the dance floor at weddings. Grandmas, too.

The Boy will always bring me chicken soup, orange juice, crackers, tissues and trashy magazines when I am sick.

The Boy has been known to say things such as "Good night, sweet girl" to me.

The Boy is more stubborn than I am.

The Boy has the best taste in music of anyone I have ever known and is my favorite person with whom to see live music. We probably go to at least 10 shows a month, give or take a few here and there.

The Boy and I are both in love with Scarlett Johansson.

The Boy always gives me a huge hug and kiss whenever I screw up dinner, which is often.

The Boy cannot stand how dramatic I get over every little thing and has no problem calling me out on my drama-ness.

The Boy subscribes to The Economist and frequently flagellates himself for reading my Us Weekly.

The Boy and I were both Kairos retreat leaders in high school and gave the same exact speech.

The Boy loves my dog.

The Boy loved Superman as a little kid in the same way I loved Wonder Woman.

The Boy and I talk several gajillion times a day, and that probably isn't a far off exaggeration. Mostly by text and email. He is the first person I talk to when I get up in the morning and the last person I talk to before I go to sleep. Whenever anything at all happens in my life, he's the first person I turn to without hesitation.

The Boy turned me onto Buffy The Vampire Slayer, How I Met Your Mother, comic books, Dunkin Donuts coffee, scotch, to-do lists, seedy bars, a life without so many pairs of shoes and compromise.

I like The Boy. He's very cool.