You knew he wanted to date you, he had said it many times, but you just weren’t ready, no matter how good he was to you. He wasn’t only passionate for tennis, he was passionate for every thing he put his mind to, and lately that thing had been you, you’d call him obsessive, he’d say he’s just a lover.

Today—after he basically begged you to take you out to dinner—you two were still in his Jeep. He parked, he turned to look at you, and you knew that look. Here he goes again

“You know, I could be whatever you want. You just tell me what you want and i’ll be that for you.” He said softly

And you, of course, weren’t having it. “You’re dumb”

And he responds, dead serious “I could be that.”