My Favourite Hurricane

My mom has always lectured me, Be decent and learn how to cook, because you're a woman and you'll never land yourself a husband if you don't. I usually just grace her with a non-response and think she's crazy. This is how I am. I'm too lazy to cook and I know jack, and slicing scares me. With cooking being my weakness, all my forte is allocated into cleaning and order. Yes I love de-sanitizing the shit out of everything!! The best part is I've stumbled upon a man who is The Perfect Boyfriend material that loves to cook. Steaks, shrimps, lamb, pizza. I name it: he makes it! And he actually enjoys it, God bless that man. What makes this even more best-er is that his weakness is he's a walking tornado. He's messy as hell (hell is an understatement), hates doing the dishes and wherever he walks there are trails of garment/food wrappers following him around. This is where I come in and make up for being useless near the stove. Our sense of humour is different. We can watch something together and we never laugh at the same time. Our taste in music is different. He's into classic hiphop and I lean more towards rock. Our spending habit is different. He likes to calculate in his head to pick up on good deals while I go pick-up happy without looking at price tags. He makes me un-lazy and pushes me to go for walks and to the gym the same time he plays basketball so we can stay healthy together. Because he says he's in it for the long run. That makes me giddy with girly joy. I'm proud of what I am, and not ashamed of what I lack. And I'm proud of having him. My perfect opposite. He's a keeper.