Things I've Learned

Because of my exboyfriend, I am now a sucker for back-of-arm tattoos, the kind that just poke out from under shirtsleeves. Microwave popcorn = food for snuggling with boyfriend to me now. Similarly, if you have a beard, I want you. 

My image of a "perfect date" is now lying in my bed, listening to Modest Mouse, talking, and occasionally French kissing. The "perfect boy" is now tall, at least 6'3", and he must be gangly and play some form of guitar. He must also have dark hair.

All of these are habits I formed from my ex.

(on my own, I have formed an addiction for energy gum)

Don't get me wrong, when we were dating I thought it was all perfect. But now I realize that the little fucker tricked me into liking him in the first place.

Possibly the most important thing I learned from my ex is looks aren't everything. Just because he looks hardcore and punkrock doesn't make him hardcore. His tattoos and piercings do not make him badass. And his unwillingness to even consider keeping his hair the way you like might show you how he cares more about him than you.