Because I honestly really like this guy. And the fact that he owns (and wears) calf socks isn't relevant (plus, I can buy him new socks someday if it comes to that).
What is relevant is that, even though we haven't know each other very long, I feel like I've known him forever. He is this crazy combination of all the traits I've appreciated and admired in the men I've previously cast aside because of the other traits that I didn't like so much. He's this familiar stranger, who I like to make out with. And share things with.
He came to my house last night, and I was so excited for him to see where I lived. To share with him this place that oozes susan from every crevice. And he liked it here; and I liked having him here. And I liked waking up with him. And I hated that I had to leave to go to work.
I think he might be around for a while. Stay tuned. I'm sure I will have something snarky to say at some point.