You're Kind of Fantastic.

SF wants to go to the hospital for a physical sometime soon. One minute into a conversation with a doctor and he will be prescribed anti-depressants. This is a fact, not an assumption. I told him so and he still wants to get his physical. "They'll give you pills," I said. "I won't take them," he told me, "I don't take pills. I hate medicine. They can give me all the pills they want and I still won't take them."

This is how the beginning of our night started (that and a delightful trip to Taco Bell). After driving around and almost getting lost, we went back to his place and watched the majority of Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs (so hilarious: "I've never been in a snowball fight before. Do you build points or is it...to the death?"). I was falling asleep in his lap on the couch so I pointed to the bed and we migrated over.

We started to talk about this routine of ours, me still coming over. "You're a hard habit to break," I said. "I can make it easier for you," he offered and I laughed. "No, I just...I think one of the reasons I do it is because you're not like all the other douchebags in LA. And you're older than me and guys my age don't have that. There's an oldness to your personality. And you're not bad to look at either." He giggled. "My brother and I used to stand in the mirror and wonder what the hell people saw in us. We look like twins. We don't understand it." "Well, you just have one of the most unique face structures and it just works... But I don't get why you keep me around." "Because you're a good friend and you're nice and you're pretty and you keep me not mopey and you're just a ball of niceness." I moved closer and made him look at me. "Don't be mopey because...you're kind of fantastic."

Of course, more was said. Nothing that you need to hear though.... I love it when vulnerable people speak. They create the best quotes.