How do I describe Kai–my boyfriend, the drummer? Kai’s an all around good guy. He looks like someone you wouldn’t want to mess with, and you probably wouldn’t. You’d probably want to buy him a beer instead. But he looks like a wall of testosterone behind the drum kit. He’s got these broad shoulders and he’s sporting the cue ball look and he has the ability to grow a full beard almost overnight. But this is the guy who taught me how to cook tofu and likes to talk about Fermat’s last theorem and is really into Balkan folk music. He’s smart, and he’s easy-going, and he’s impossible not to get along with. He just looks like he’s the bouncer.
His brothers are the same way. The middle brother looks like he could tie a chain around his waist and tow a Mack truck, but he’s a photographer of delicate detail and he sings in the choir. The baby brother, with his long hair, looks like some sort of urban Viking who could pillage the bar at any minute, but he’s about to get his BA in literature and was in A/V club in high school.
Kai brings me pink cupcakes with sprinkles when I have a bad day because he knows they’re my favorite. Kai tells more people than I do when I win an award or get a promotion. Kai “likes” every photo I ever put on Facebook. So, yes… I can live with the constant tapping.
