He's friendly, sweet, charming, unassuming, sincere, adorable (he'll flip out when he sees I call him this :p). He's that dashing, smart, tall, handsome, polite young man you'll develop a crush on and be dying to get to know and date. He's got Boy Next Door sign plastered all over his forehead..... until I remember he does not live next door.
I wish though. If he did.. He would've been here in Indonesia right now to visit me instead of France.
Okay, fine, France is beautiful, I can't really blame him. Just wish things were easier. Just wish the man were indeed a boy next door.
