James

A hilarious, loyal, charming, and intelligent man, with a myriad of fascinating insights and facts to share. He seeks truth to the point of perpetually dealing with cognitive dissonance, and the points and questions he poses are a Holy Hand Grenade to thy brain. As much as he is reluctant to admit it: he is quite obsessed with Russia, he is a hopeless romantic, and he doesn’t take himself too seriously. He has a great head of hair, and he is genuinely a chivalrous feminist, who appreciates women holistically, empowering them while also being willing to mildly inconvenience himself on their behalf (such as opening the door for a girl on her side of the car, before going around the car to the other side so he can get in, even when she continuously forgets his act of chivalry will obliviously scoot to the other side.) He is a proud Economist, Tory, and history buff, and he is basically a twenty-first century Eugene Fitzherbert. He has amazing taste in film and literature, and he made up his own slanguage. There are an infinite amount of other praises to be expressed about this man, but one tends to get so overwhelmed with what already comes to mind, that one’s brain will get overloaded. If you have a James in your life, don’t let him go. If you have a James like the one described above as your boyfriend, definitely don’t let him go (but sucks for you sista, cause I don’t plan on violating this advice. He’s mine.)