Stop The Presses: I've Found My Valentine!

Sure, he rates a little high on the wacky meter, but I can tell that at the very least he'll entertain me for a night out, even if he does try to fistbump our waiter and insists on ordering a bunch of random appetizers instead of an entree which not only messes up the flow of our meal but crowds our table with a dozen plates all at once. Fuck it. I'm in! I'll even think it's semi-cute that I have to give him a ride to the restaurant because he doesn't know how to drive.

Leonard, will you do me the honor of being my Valentine?


h/t to Andy Ross for posting this gem on FB