Cecil is not the brightest guy you’ve ever dated, but he’s definitely the sweetest.

He does everything for you, the second you ask for it—sometimes, even before you ask.

He’s like the puppy that always gets his head stuck in the fence, no matter how many times you free him and show him that it’s not smart to do that.

You love him, though, even if you have to remind him which hand is his left and which is his right sometimes.

He’s curled up on the couch with you, arms slung around your waist as the two of you watch some kind of mindless reality TV—anything with more substance and you’re sure that Cecil will completely check out.

You know that it’s only a matter of time before Cecil asks you another question about what’s going on in the show—even though he very clearly is watching and paying attention.