I met a cute, perfect-on-paper 24 year old guy.
I was intrigued after our first phone conversation. He was sweet, driven, totally charming, and, (most notably), normal.
That night, we spoke again. We had a perfectly acceptable conversation until he let his pet parakeets out of their cage for a little bird-frolic around his room. He interrupted me mid-sentence (while talking about plans for our first date, mind you) with a very excited, "OH MY G-D!! THEY'RE FLYING!! THEY'RE FLYING AROUND!! Oh my G-d...THEY'RE SO PRETTY WHEN THEY FLY!!!!" He was really excited. Really excited. Like...he'd never, ever seen a bird fly before in his life excited.
I thought that maybe it was endearing? And maybe he was just...charmingly excited about the little things in life? No? OK.
So, a couple nights later we meet for drinks and a bite. The man orders a side salad and a water (because, of course, he never eats after 6pm). He then excitedly ate nearly half of my dinner (it was "SO GOOD!!").
He told me that he used to be a cheater, but he thinks that he's learned some self-control. (You think you've learned some self-control??) He also let me know that he's working on breaking a porn habit.
Now, I do appreciate both excitement and honesty...
...in normal, human moderation.
