He's a Ten, So Am I

He held the door, I nearly laughed. Didn't think chivalry would last.

He said, "You're different", I said, "Sure". He actually meant

it, I wanted more. He drinks flat whites, not vodka lime.

Texts back quick, unheard of crime. And when I joke, he gets the

bit. It's weird, I think I might commit. He's not pretending,

not a game. It's peaceful but it's not lame. I'm used to chaos but this

feels right. No flags in sight, it's kinda like. He's a ten,

and so am I. We don't chase, we just align. He's got charm