I’ll start by saying I never thought I would be writing this. No, really.
Not in a million years did I picture myself dedicating my undying love to you, or even – and I’ll be honest here – walking past you on the street without spitting a bit in your direction.
Yet here we are.
I admit, posing for this photo with your girlfriend for Maxim magazine doesn’t scream “husband material”.
Paying a man to give himself a blow job on live radio does not shout "sensitive new age man".
Describing yourself as "only associating with the number one position" in life hardly suggests "modest yet generous lover".
But Kyle, I'm willing to overlook that nonsense.
I'm willing to take our relationship to the next level.
Because I think you might be the (accidental) perfect boyfriend.
It started last week, when you announced to the nation that you insert your girlfriend's tampons for her.
Kyle, I owe you an apology. I had you pegged as a "sequester those women away in the moon tent while they expel the demons from their wombs" kinda guy.
The idea of menstruation has most men running for the hills, but not Kyle. Kyle's getting all up in there.
Finally, a man who isn't just not weirded out by normal female bodily functions, but is willing to help a sister out. (And by the way, Imogen, if you're listening, putting in a tampon with fake nails is a real issue. I'm behind you all the way. Sorry about trying to steal your boyfriend).
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