I love you. Not in a romantic sort of way. You're an OK guy and all but you're not my husband. You're not even Cody Ross, who I'm super crushing on. My son is too. Whenever my Cody is at bat I say "oh, there's my boyfriend," and then my 3 year old son says "he's my boyfriend, too," but not my 12 year old daughter. She crushes on Pablo Sandoval, but not really because she complains every time there's a game on.
So why do I love you? Because of this...
I love that you wear your spandex tuxedo to the ESPY Awards with such confidence and style. While I can't figure out if you are White Face or Red Nose I love the journey in trying to solving that puzzle.
Have a good night.
Andrea
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