Because we are both snobs with impeccable taste, and we're not afraid to admit it! No, just kidding, that's not really why - but it doesn't hurt to have someone on my level!
I love him because he appreciates me the way a true gentleman should. He opens car doors, picks up the tab and walks closest to the cars when we are on the sidewalk. He is perfectly happy to stay home and rent movies instead of going out to the bars with his friends, even if it is just because I am having a "fat" day and don't want to go in public... and despite the fact that this is ridiculous because I'm not fat, he humors me and stays so I don't have to be upset alone. He tells me I am beautiful all the time, and actually notices when I do something new to my hair. He practically begged for me to meet his parents, and when it came time to meet mine, he was so adorably nervous. He likes my friends, they like him - I like his friends, they like me. I trust him. We have similar goals, values and ideals. He'll baby-talk with me. Besides the fact that we occasionally have a few communication issues - which drive me to the brink of insanity - we somehow always mesh perfectly.
Overall, he's not half bad. Maybe a little bit of potential... we'll see.
