A Love Story in Doritos, Superheroes & Sarcasm
By Asten Clarke
Letās get one thing straight:
I didnāt grow up dreaming of some tall, dark, mysterious bad boy.
No. I wanted the one whoād share snacks with me. Quote movies at me. Laugh at the same dumb jokes for the 300th time. The one who gets what it means when I say āthis playlist is stimmy-coded.ā
So no ā heās not a brooding vampire or a misunderstood rock star.
Heās a nerd.
But heās my nerd.
šļø Superhero in the Kitchen
Heās the kind of person who will spend twenty minutes explaining Superman lore to me while making dinner, and somehow, Iāll still listen like itās the most interesting thing Iāve ever heard.
Heās lowkey domestic. He makes me laugh when Iām spiralling. He says āwifeyā in the most ridiculous tone imaginable ā and it still makes my heart go !!!
Heās a proper nerd.
And I love him for it.
š® Itās Giving: Main Character Energy (But Quiet)
He doesnāt need a spotlight.
He just needs a comfy sofa, a good film, and me.
We rewatch stuff. We quote stuff. We reminisce about Movie Camp like it was the golden era (because it was).
And every time I look at him, I remember: Iāve known him since I was 17. He knew me before I became me. That kind of comfort? You canāt fake that.
šÆļø Daisyās Corner: āHeās a Nerd, Iām a Menace, It Works.ā
āI donāt trust men who arenāt nerds.
If your man doesnāt have passionate opinions about films, playlists, or crisps ā whatās he hiding?
Myronās alright. Bit too chill for my taste, but Asten likes him and heās made of soft boyfriend material.
Also he once beat me at Mario Kart and Iām still emotionally recovering.ā
ā Daisy, Chaos Consultant
š Final Thoughts
So no, heās not the ācoolā guy from a teen drama.
Heās better.
Heās a nerd. But heās mine.
And if thatās not the most romantic thing Iāve ever written⦠well, maybe itās because I let him choose the film again.
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