closed mouth;open mind

He kissed me.

He is possibly the most off-handed person I have ever come across. The very first day I met him, I had to throw books at his head, only to have him still have interest in me.

He is a reason why I don't understand my own species sometimes. 

Let me start by saying he is approximately a hundred and eighty-one centimeters of irritation. He wears a ridiculous smile. He hugged me within minutes of knowing me. 

He may be a raving psychotic. 

It's strange, really, how I often use self confidence as a ploy to protect myself, but when it comes to him, I can't. Words sizzle to death on my tongue, and I never say anything right. I can't even threaten the boy, because he doesn't seem to care. He has complete disregard for his own safety in favor of treating me like a puppy.

He thinks I'm cute.

He is completely infuriating and I would throw a thousand more books at his dense skull if I thought it would dissuade him from pursuing me.